Rodimus feels his own face relax, lips turning up in a smile to match Drift's. It's easier to do when he's around - the familiarity he missed with what felt like all of him.

"It felt odd. In a good way, I mean, since you had it." If he was the more poetic sort, he would have mentioned that it felt like a bit of him was walking around with Drift - he'd had that badge since the moment Optimus gave it to him after graduating from Autobot Academy. But he's not, so the thought stays unsaid. "Hey, I wasn't the only one wandering around badgeless. It suits you."

The Decepticon symbol scratched into his chassis doesn't count. It never counted.