Drift might be leaning a little, but Rodimus practically slumps, wrapping one arm around Drift - turning in his face to rest against the smooth metal of Drift's pauldrons. The ache in his spark eases slightly, and he lets out a sigh and a rush of air as he just clings to the other bot. He's missed this, the comfort that comes from having someone like Drift there for him. And not because it's like Rung or Ratchet would accuse him of - that he missed Drift always telling him what he wants to hear because that's not true. Well, okay, not completely true. Because he's trying, he is, and he knows he needs someone to not do that.

Drift is different, because Drift knows what it's like to do something you regret and have to live with it. And right now? Rodimus could use that more than anything.

"You were just as unreasonable when I told you not to do it," he admits, coming to realize that arguing with Drift about this is pointless. But the 'for you' makes something twist awkwardly in his tanks - grip tightening slightly as soon as he says it. "Yeah."