Oh yes, he knows exactly where this is going. He could dig in his heels and prevent Drift from dragging the conversation in this direction if he really wanted to, but he doesn't think he (hah) has the energy to spare after being worn down by Ratchet. Rodimus dims his optics, looking away from Drift once again, but he doesn't remove his hand - fingers curling into the plating like he can make Drift stop talking through that alone.

It won't work. He knows it won't work.

A pause, as he steels himself for the oncoming conversation. Primus, he don't want to have this. Isn't it enough just to have Drift back, healthy and whole? Why does he have to do this, why does he have to tell him about things that haven't happened yet? He scowls suddenly, not at Drift but at Ratchet. Still. This is one conversation he knows he can't escape. More than that - one he shouldn't escape.

"Yeah, okay."

Hit him with your best shot, Drift.