[Drift doesn't necessarily like what Ratchet is saying, at least not at first. Being reminded that Ratchet saving his life all those millions of years ago had lead to the deaths of countless Autobots that Ratchet hadn't been able to save was never fun. The last time it had come up, Drift hadn't taken it well. More accurately, he'd taken it horribly. He'd gotten angry, even pulled a sword on the medic. The circumstances had been a lot different last time, but either way, it wasn't a topic Drift enjoyed discussing. To this day, the guilt of the things he'd done gnawed at the back of his mind and it still blew him away that Ratchet didn't outright hate him for pretty much everything.
Anyway, Drift had kept quiet, half expecting a chewing out. What he ended up hearing was quite different. He stared through the whole thing, mouth slightly agape as Ratchet proceeded to blow him away yet again. He knew the medic didn't think too poorly of him at this point, after all he'd been the only person from a ship of two hundred something Autobots that had been willing to drop everything just to track his dumb ass down. Hearing Ratchet's reasoning behind it put the whole thing into a new perspective, though.]
Ratchet, I... [he pauses to clear the static from his throat, finding a great spot on the floor to stare at in an effort to keep the whole emotions thing in check] I don't know that I do deserve this, but. I'd like it. Simple's good.
[It wasn't the most eloquent reply ever, but it was about the best he could manage for a minute.]
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Anyway, Drift had kept quiet, half expecting a chewing out. What he ended up hearing was quite different. He stared through the whole thing, mouth slightly agape as Ratchet proceeded to blow him away yet again. He knew the medic didn't think too poorly of him at this point, after all he'd been the only person from a ship of two hundred something Autobots that had been willing to drop everything just to track his dumb ass down. Hearing Ratchet's reasoning behind it put the whole thing into a new perspective, though.]
Ratchet, I... [he pauses to clear the static from his throat, finding a great spot on the floor to stare at in an effort to keep the whole emotions thing in check] I don't know that I do deserve this, but. I'd like it. Simple's good.
[It wasn't the most eloquent reply ever, but it was about the best he could manage for a minute.]