Drift's relieved that Rodimus holds onto his hand, appreciates that he stays still with Drift long enough to have this conversation. Drift keeps his gaze steady on Rodimus' face, not to challenge or intimidate him but just to remind Rodimus that he's here. No surprise registers in his optics at this new information, only a solemn understanding.

"I knew it wasn't your idea," Drift says softly, although somehow his voice doesn't sound so heavy anymore -- it's lighter, almost relieved. He tightens his grip on Rodimus' hand, just to steady him, because Drift can tell this is hard for him. "I knew it had to be something I came up with, Rodimus, because I know you wouldn't choose to send me away like that."

Drift vents out slowly, none of the rattle that's in Rodimus', anchoring him. "I think I know why, too. Rodimus -- you don't have anything to blame yourself for."