[He'd let slip too many times of late. He didn't know what the issue was, but this wasn't the time for him to buckle under stress. There were people who needed him; needed him to be steadfast and sure, not faltering with impatience and doubt.]

[Wing is not the type to take his frustrations out on things, more likely on himself, if at all. So once he's put more distance beneath his flight panels than he probably has in the past month altogether, and too much of that at red-lining speeds than was really healthy, he returns exhausted and with at least one bit of clarity.]

[Letting Drift leave on a note like that, regardless of Wing's own hurt, was not something that should happen. He might even be too late now, but even so, Wing picks up the comm and tires, hoping...]