To say that Drift's feeling conflicted would be putting it lightly.
He hasn't been able to take his mind off of what Ratchet had told him about Overlord. About Pipes, Rewind -- his exile -- and Rodimus' subsequent confession after he'd left... Drift's mind still boggles at how much has happened. How could he have missed all this -- how could he not remember? Rodimus had suggested some time travel shenanigans, and while Drift's no longer certain this has anything to do with Brainstorm, he'll concede that point.
Drift had asked Ratchet not to yell at Rodimus on his behalf, but he also knows that's not going to stop the CMO. Regardless of what Ratchet says, though, Drift needs to talk to Rodimus himself. His spark is too heavy with the weight of what he knows now, with guilt over something he hasn't even lived to see happen yet. He knows it makes him a coward to hope he never does.
Rodimus hasn't commed him like he'd said he would -- Drift has his suspicions as to why -- but he doesn't have much difficulty tracking him down. Rodimus always has had a distinct presence. Drift finds him in a broad alleyway between two buildings, looking at least as miserable as Drift feels. He notes the sulky look on Rodimus' face, the fresh welds and scuffs of bare plating, and knows he's already seen Ratchet. He sidles into place next to Rodimus, his own expression a little heavy. There's a lightness to his manner like there always is, an afterimage of his aggressively cheerful face, but it's subdued now.
"Hey," he says quietly, his gaze settling on Rodimus' face. "I've been looking for you."
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He hasn't been able to take his mind off of what Ratchet had told him about Overlord. About Pipes, Rewind -- his exile -- and Rodimus' subsequent confession after he'd left... Drift's mind still boggles at how much has happened. How could he have missed all this -- how could he not remember? Rodimus had suggested some time travel shenanigans, and while Drift's no longer certain this has anything to do with Brainstorm, he'll concede that point.
Drift had asked Ratchet not to yell at Rodimus on his behalf, but he also knows that's not going to stop the CMO. Regardless of what Ratchet says, though, Drift needs to talk to Rodimus himself. His spark is too heavy with the weight of what he knows now, with guilt over something he hasn't even lived to see happen yet. He knows it makes him a coward to hope he never does.
Rodimus hasn't commed him like he'd said he would -- Drift has his suspicions as to why -- but he doesn't have much difficulty tracking him down. Rodimus always has had a distinct presence. Drift finds him in a broad alleyway between two buildings, looking at least as miserable as Drift feels. He notes the sulky look on Rodimus' face, the fresh welds and scuffs of bare plating, and knows he's already seen Ratchet. He sidles into place next to Rodimus, his own expression a little heavy. There's a lightness to his manner like there always is, an afterimage of his aggressively cheerful face, but it's subdued now.
"Hey," he says quietly, his gaze settling on Rodimus' face. "I've been looking for you."