[He curls his hand around Wing's as the jet begins to speak, honored to be trusted. But his hand stiffens, and then pulls away, and then he stands up, pushing Wing away from him, tense, moving toward the window, staring out. He doesn't want Wing to see his face, the storm of emotions on it.]

[He hadn't even given Drift a chance first. More than that, he hadn't even been honest. Drift's hands curl now, into claws over the window's ledge. ]

....continue.