Of course he wants to, and he does - pressing his face against Drift's plating as he holds the other bot. He's silent for a moment or two, uncharacteristically so, before his lips curl up into a smile. "Good, or else I might have to order you to stay." He'd never actually do it, but it's the thought that counts.

Pushing himself away from his friend, Rodimus's hand lingers on his arm for longer than is probably necessary, only falling away when Rodimus gives a small huff of laughter. I think this is where I need to be right now. It's so Drift he can't help himself.

"Does that count for all of us? Because I think I need to be back trying to save Brainstorm from killing Optimus. It's kinda important."

He's ruining the moment.