Those are questions he really can't answer. As much as he would want to, he just can't. He doesn't have them. But he has this. Has his partner here with him, even if so much has changed.

His mouth molds to Pax's, Prime's. It doesn't matter. It's nothing like he imagined it would be. Not in the least. It's better. His vents shudder, the sound not unlike a drawn-out sigh, engine stuttering to life.

"Yes."

There is nothing but open, naked desperation in that one word. An urgency.

"Please."