Ambulon doesn’t miss the shiver that runs down the length of Wing’s frame. He’s definitely needs to get rid of some of that excess charge just as badly as Ambulon does. He doesn’t seem like a terrible sort of person, and he isn’t bad looking… what does he have to lose right now anyway?

“Alright, if you’re sure you don’t mind…"

He sighs, moving to sit next to Wing, inching over ever so slowly until their plating touches. The warmth of another body is heaven against his own and he melts against it.

Ambulon isn't quite sure where to go next. Should he touch? It feels sort of wrong to just go straight for it. He looks over at wing for guidance, hoping that he doesn't look like a complete moron.