His optic’s flash in embarrassment and his hand shoots up to rub the back of his neck

“Oh! god, sorry, yeah. It’s Ambulon. Nice to meet you.”

Smooth, Ambulon, real smooth.

The light kisses against his face and helm sooth him a bit. After a few moments, he gains the courage to lean back in, gently brushing his lips against the corner of Wing’s upturned mouth.

His hands settle somewhat awkwardly on his new acquaintance’s shoulders, fingers twitching slightly against the plating as he struggles to quash another wave of charge.