Blind man runnin through the light of the night with an answer in his hand.
Who: Wing and Drift
What: These two don't just have issues, they have subscriptions. And they're all out of order.
Where: Ground Zero, Northern District
When: Morning of the 17th
Warnings: AAAANNNNGST
Ever since he'd walked out on Drift two days ago during the cake storm, Wing had been keeping the other mech at arm's length. Not out of any specific need to push him away or punish him, but, selfishly, he didn't want things to get so tangled up again that they ended up arguing again. He'd been so excited to see a face he knew that he'd thrown himself headlong at Drift without thinking that, just maybe, things had changed.
They had; and in those two days, Wing had finally admitted to himself that he had never bothered to understand what that meant. He had tried to just pick up where they had left off without realizing that all the old roads had changed. Which meant, if he was going to continue that metaphor, that they were both laying in a ditch somewhere now and it was probably his fault for steering them into the pole he hadn't even realized was there.
...Okay, maybe metaphors weren't always his strong suit.
Regardless, he had done wrong by Drift ever since he'd gotten here and he knew that he needed to make it up to him. That determination had him standing in front of the room Wheeljack had given Drift before the engineer had left on business. Setting himself, Wing lifted his hand and knocked.
What: These two don't just have issues, they have subscriptions. And they're all out of order.
Where: Ground Zero, Northern District
When: Morning of the 17th
Warnings: AAAANNNNGST
Ever since he'd walked out on Drift two days ago during the cake storm, Wing had been keeping the other mech at arm's length. Not out of any specific need to push him away or punish him, but, selfishly, he didn't want things to get so tangled up again that they ended up arguing again. He'd been so excited to see a face he knew that he'd thrown himself headlong at Drift without thinking that, just maybe, things had changed.
They had; and in those two days, Wing had finally admitted to himself that he had never bothered to understand what that meant. He had tried to just pick up where they had left off without realizing that all the old roads had changed. Which meant, if he was going to continue that metaphor, that they were both laying in a ditch somewhere now and it was probably his fault for steering them into the pole he hadn't even realized was there.
...Okay, maybe metaphors weren't always his strong suit.
Regardless, he had done wrong by Drift ever since he'd gotten here and he knew that he needed to make it up to him. That determination had him standing in front of the room Wheeljack had given Drift before the engineer had left on business. Setting himself, Wing lifted his hand and knocked.