@warredfor , continued from here !
Drift’s smile mirrors Rodimus ; his laugh is soft, and he makes a half-hearted effort to cover the noise with his hand. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”
There’s a fond glint in his optics that bleeds into his EM field — he didn’t mean the phrase in an accusatory way, but sees how Rodimus tenses at first. It’s a familiar emotion : FEAR ? After all, there was a reason Drift seemed a stranger to many of his own friends. Vulnerability was difficult, and… Rodimus was the exception. He could repeat the same to the swordsmech — Drift thinks, for a moment, that Rodimus knows him better than even Ratchet.
He shakes his head slowly, lips still curled in a smile, and places a hand on the captain’s shoulder : GENTLE, an attempt at reassurance.
“I didn’t mean to make you nervous, Roddy.” Drift’s hand curls into a fist, turning the touch into a playful punch to the shoulder. “I just mean to say… There’s no one I trust more.”
