There isn't any resistance from Rodimus, and his grip shifts the moment he feels Drift take his hand - mirroring his actions, although his thumb rubs idle patterns across the black plating of Drift's hand. Staying still isn't one of his strengths and he's always moving, even in little ways. But his optics flicker from the wall to their hands and finally to Drift's face.

Something in his expression crumples; he just can't keep his face blank for any longer. "Drift..." A deep, shuddering intake of air that rattles his armor. "You told me to do it."

Exile him, and if Rodimus is going to tell Drift, then he figures he might as well tell him the entire thing. "I was going to come clean, tell everyone - and you told me that I should say that you were the one that brought Overlord on board." And he came clean anyway, and was still captain in the end. So it was pointless. Pointless..