[ THE "DRIFT GOT HECKED UP BY TARN" CATCH-ALL POST ]

[auramatic]

Who: Drift, Rodimus, Ratchet, Megatron and whoever else wants to chime in
What: the inevitable fallout of the fucked up shit Tarn just did to Drift
Where: Red Alert's clinic
When: starting a few days after Tarn beat the shit out of Drift
Warnings: a lot of sad. a lot of gay

jk i'm lazy, thread starters below

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[auramatic]

Drift appreciates Rodimus' attempt at comforting him, even if it's not totally working -- he just curls in against Rodimus, nodding dimly. The timing doesn't seem to have much to do with it, honestly -- but then again, he's walking blind on this one. He has been from the start.

"Maybe," Drift murmurs, venting out a soft rush of air. He's still reeling at the news of all the death in the Circle of Light. "Sorry, I just -- I'll be all right. Thank you for telling me."

As if, you know, Rodimus hadn't totally forgotten to say anything in the first place.

[rodders]

Running his fingers up and down Drift's helm, Rodimus gives a sound of agreement with Drift's assessment of the situation. Yeah, maybe. "Should have told you earlier," is what he admits, however, because even he can recognize what a Bad Move that was.

He's silent for a longer moment and then: "You want me to stay?" Like this, with him. Sure, Ratchet might yell at them when he comes back from whatever he's doing, but Rodimus is willing to risk it when it comes to Drift. He's got nothing that needs his attention and he'd much rather spend his time here.

[auramatic]

Drift just lets Rodimus hold him like this, one hand cupping the back of his helm while he presses his face into Rodimus' shoulder. It's an odd comfort, something much closer than what he's accustomed to. But then, Drift isn't accustomed to much comfort at all.

"Yeah." Drift doesn't sound devastated or bitter anymore, just tired. But he slides his arm over Rodimus' side, drawing in as close as he can, because Rodimus' warm plating against his is soothing and because he knows Rodimus wants to stay. "Yeah, I do. If you don't mind."

[rodders]

"As long as you want," Rodimus says, letting Drift pull himself in. A little selfish to want to keep Drift next to him so he knows that he's okay, yeah, but the image of Drift broken on the dirt and the panic that threatened to overtake him still sits fresh in his mind. He just needs to know he hasn't lost Drift again, irrevocably. Because while he apologize and make amends for the exile, there's nothing that he can do to fetch Drift back from the Afterspark.

Shuttering his optics, Rodimus is content to just remain pressed against Drift for as long as possible, listening to the soft sound of his systems.