Ratchet catches Drift as he slumps, his heavy medic's chassis warm and solid under Drift's lighter frame. He's silent for a long moment, just letting Drift lean on him, and his grip tightens in a brief, convulsive clutch as Drift tries to pull away. He lets go after an instant, looking deeply uncomfortable.

"There were, well, a lot of reasons," he says, sounding drained and frustrated. "But--it's not what you deserved. You should never have been forced to leave. And...

"...you were missed."