[A restive shuffle of his flight panels as he sits quietly, optics full of conflicting emotions.]

Drift, I... [He vents.] It's just the four of us here, I thought... I thought all of you were friends at least. I thought things should be open among us... [He frowns.] _{I should have locked it once I got into my own insecurities...}

[His helm bows as he looks away, clearly abashed. "It's okay to not be okay Wing," Vandal had said.]

I've hidden nothing from you Drift. I care about her a great deal, but you've always come first.