Drift wants to press the issue further, but honestly, he's still reeling from the rest of the massive, incoherent exposition dump (thanks, Rodimus) and he can't get himself to dwell on it too hard now -- not when Rodimus has got his arm around him and Drift can rest some of his weight against him. It's a small comfort, at least.

Drift vents out slowly, leaning against Rodimus, and he slings his arm around Rodimus' shoulders, too, the weary look starting to lighten a little. "I saw you just a couple of hours ago, but -- if it'd been a year since I'd seen you I'd have missed you, too. I'm glad, Rodimus."