[Nothing is too much. Not for Drift. Perceptor wouldn't be here at all if it weren't for Drift. He could ask for anything he wanted, and it wouldn't be enough to repay that. To repay the happiness Drift offered him once.]

A chance?

[That makes him pause and Perceptor stares at Drift blankly.]

....you haven't done anything wrong? Neither of you have. Why would...

[He shakes his head, one hand absently rising to rub at his chest plate, as if soothing an ache.]

He saved you. You saved me. He was good for you. I owe him.

[Simple logic. Targets neatly lined up and just as neatly shot down. The faint, hollow smile is back as he tries to make himself believe his own words.]

[He does believe them. He does owe Wing. He just... wishes that...]

[No. That's an unworthy thought. Drift deserves to be happy. Even if-- Especially if that means leaving Perceptor behind and moving on. Again.]

You've done nothing wrong, Drift. It's fine.