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[ Here's a face that's been gone from the network for over a month. Wing looks a touch weary, his pinions lax, even though physically he seems in good health]

Hello Haven. I'm back now. I apologize for my absence, it was not intentional.

Sorry to ask this but, would anyone care to update me on recent events? Particularly from the Law Committee? I would appreciate it greatly.

[ He knows about Vandal, and a few of the others that have gone missing, which likely accounts for his glum mood.]

Also, committee members, I think we should put serious consideration into mapping not just the Haven but the surrounds. And clearly mark hazardous areas.

To everyone else... Please, if you're considering going exploring alone, regardless of skill level, do reconsider. Everyday we discover new hazards that persist on this world.

[ Wing might have taken down six reanimated mech frames on his own, maybe. But with the energy drain? There was no chance. ]

And well, I have a bunch of books, mostly human ones, that I don't need anymore. [ More specifically he needs to make room in his...room for someone else's stuff. ] Would anyone like them? I don't want them thrown away.

[Private to Barricade]

You're the one that told me about--what did you call them?--zombies?

Yeah. I have experience in that area now that I do not wish to repeat. [ o_o;; ]

[Private to Perceptor and Captain Marvelous]

Thank you, both of you, for coming to my aid.

I'm sorry to have put you in danger in the process of my rescue. If there's anything I can do to return the boon, please do tell me. I am in your debt.

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Life itself finds too many ways to deny us happiness without us doing it to ourselves.

[ He sees those barriers as they come down, he knows that look. ]

Would you...join me for a drink?

[Perceptor has no answer for that. Nothing that doesn't expose him too much. Nothing that wouldn't likely inspire a lecture; Drift likely learned to hone his worrying skills from someone, after all, and Wing taught him so much. Why not that, too?]

[He should turn down the request. Wing is asking uncomfortable things, offering dangerous dreams. It's easier to hide when they aren't face to face.]

[Hope pricks at him, though. A desperate hope, and his promise to Drift. To give it a chance. To give... them a chance.]

Shall I meet you at the Hub?

[If said lectures open new doors, pave new roads and clear new skies to travel, then it's worth it. Especially if that aims towards a brighter future.]

If you'd do me the honor, please. You know the place already then?

[Perceptor nods again, still not quite allowing his optics to drift to the feed.]

Drift took me there when I arrived. I will meet you there shortly.

[And now he's committed, even though he'd rather find somewhere high to hide and observe from. He's given his word, so there's no backing out now.]

[Unless Wing stop him, Perceptor cuts the feed and heads, reluctantly, toward the Hub as if he were rolling toward his own deactivation.]

Good. I'll see you there.

[ Though he'd started with wanting to address relationships, Wing finds himself more preoccupied with the way Perceptor seems so troubled, beyond what Wing might expect for what is quite likely an awkward conversation. He was already curious to learn more about the scientist; now it's grown two-fold.]

[ It takes him only a few moments to get there though, ~~because he's a jet and he cheats~~, arriving at the bar first. It's quiet this early in the day, which suits Wing just fine. He's certain their new bartender Dead End is around somewhere, perhaps in the backroom, but for now he'll poke around behind the bar to see how they've rearranged things in his absence.]

[Perrceptor's alt is quick enough for a ground-based vehicle, but it is no jet. From the distance, though, he sees Wing arrive at the Hub, and can't quite help but to admire the sleek lines Wing presents in his alt form.]

[It's not too much longer before he arrives, but Wing should have plenty of time twin inveztigate the bar at the Hub before Perceptor slips through the door.]

[Now that he's had some time to stew in his thoughts there's a little bit of nervousness brewing. Wing is good intentioned, but history--even here--has shown that his good intentions don't always make for the best results. So now the jet frets a little that he'll misstep and ruin the already delicate balance in place between them all.]

[It's not that he hasn't made this work before, but every situation is different, and this one has some fairly heavy circumstances to it. Still, Wing hopes it's those circumstances that can bind them together.]

[He goes to put on some soothing music to help calm his jittery circuits, moving to the sound system near the small stage. Wing used to come here late at night, when nightmares would leave him feeling anxious and recharge was not his friend. He'd put on some inspirational music, open the skylight and lay on the floor watching the stars.]

[He can do one of those things right now at least, so he's there flipping through the music selections. But that's when Wing comes across the playlist he'd made for Ultra Magnus. As if the full whiskey bottles hadn't been bad enough: proof that Vandal was no longer here. The stage too, long empty of Soundwave's presence. And the medibay yesterday, devoid a certain grumpy medic named Ratchet.]

[It's more than he can take, all at once, and a sudden rush of grief threatens to overwhelm him. So many losses, all good friends, all people he considered under is care. He shakes under the weight of it, pinions slicked and quivering as denial cracks into cold, grief-fueled anger at what this place does to people. To friends. To loved ones. But now is NOT the time. Not with Perceptor on his way.]

[The knight passes several long vents through his cooling system, seeking inner balance, his back to the bar's tall double doors. If anything, those losses are an inspiration towards taking better care with those that remain. At least his nervousness is gone now, and he's pushing down the last of the grief when he hears the soft sound of the door clicking closed. He turns from his spot near the stage, putting a gentle smile on his face.]

I'm glad you're here.

[There's music playing. That surprises Perceptor at first. There hadn't been any playing when Drift had brought him. It's soothing and quiet, very unlike the atmosphere of Swerve's raucous, rowdy establishment on the Lost Light.]

[Wing is impossible to miss, his bright white plating drawing the optic as soon as Perceptor adjusts to the interior.]

You are?

[Simple courtesy? Or something more? He can't tell, and isn't sure if it had seemed like Wing had been... steeling himself? When Perceptor had entered, or if that is just how Wing is.]

I'm glad that you have recovered from your excursion. To that cave, I mean.

[It can certainly get raucous in here at times, but monopolizing the quiet mornings is Wing's secret indulgence.]

[He moves to greet Perceptor, hands out and palms up in a welcoming gesture, his wing panels flicking to shake off the last of the tension.]

Yes. More friends here is never a bad thing. And...I do hope to become one. [There's an offer and a question in those uncertain yet hopeful words, one that's not demanding an answer right away though.]

Ah-ha yes, as am I. Add that experience to the list of strange new things learned the hard way: no matter how harmless ghosts are reported to be, their tainted, reanimated frames most certainly are not. [A rueful smile: Drift had certainly been insistent about Wing being more careful in the future. He was the one with the monopoly on risky behavior in this relationship.]

Can I get you something from the bar? I'm not the best hand at synthing drinks, but I make a fair Hedonia Sunrise.

[It's a gesture that hearkens back to quieter, simpler days, when Perceptor had been more concerned with research grants and experimental procedure than he had trajectories and force equations. It's been so long, in fact, that he doesn't really remember a socially appropriate response, and so opts for mirroring Wing's actions back to the jet.]

I... hope that as well.

[He is surprised that he means those words, not merely for Drift's sake, but also for his own. There's something so open and honest about Wing that beckons one in, and Perceptor... wearies of being on the sidelines.]

Experimentation and observation.

[He murmurs that with a soft chuff, making it a joke - one that is between them, rather than at Wing. At least, he tries. Hopefully it will present as such. He is... perhaps a little... rusty at some of this.]

Even under controlled environments, experimentation and observation are not always, ah... safe.

[Case in point: Kimia and Gideon's Glue.]

Hedonia Sunrise?

[Perceptor tilts his head in surprise. It's been so long since he's had anything more outre or exciting than engex that he'd pretty much forgotten such things existed.

I-- all right.

Drift told me that you are working on developing living quarters here? At the Hub?

[Of course at the Hub. Perceptor sighs inwardly; could he be any more redundant?]

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[It's been ages since "we come in peace" has been a common Cybertronian sentiment so it's no surprise Wing's gesture seems a little archaic. Of course, with arms open like that it's also a great prelude to hugs which Wing also likes to do a lot. He thinks he's overwhelmed Perceptor enough for the moment though, so there's a smile and a soft touch to each forearm instead.]

Thank you.

[There's a chirp of a laugh at that, and Wing is agile enough to run with the theme.] Yes of course! Nothing like unknown variables to skew the results.

[Watch him fake science speak Perceptor. Hang out with a bunch of scientists for centuries and you pick up just enough lingo to get cheeky with.]

That's the spirit! [He grins, giving Perceptor a gentle clap on the arm before moving around behind the bar to busy himself with making drinks, talking as he goes.] This place is always trying to take things from us. You have to grab for what happiness you can find, even the little joys.

[Wait. Good sentiment, bad context.] Er, not that I condone substance abuse as a substitute for positive life experience. [Have a Wing Serious Face, but then there's a glimmer in his optics.] Just as an occasional enabler.

[That question takes him by surprise though. ] Living quarters? Yes, they're complete actually. I've, well, just been occupied and unable to make the announcement. Actually... Soundwave was going to, he started the project... [A shadows falls over his face for a moment] _{But, he's gone now}.

[The last time anyone other than Drift really touched him there, it was to examine the upgrades he'd done to himself. A hug, however, probably would have made him freeze up, right now; too much, too soon.]

[He nods in response to the thanks, just to cover the vague nervousness. Perceptor feels almost as if he is on an auction block, being judged for his worth, his value. Not for anything Wing has done at all, but merely for the image that Perceptor has built up in his own head about the sheer importance of this meeting. Real, or imagined.]

[Wing's easy acceptance of Perceptor's attempt at banter, however, immediately begins to sooth his anxiety. It's science lingo, of a sort, and not spoken with derision or superiority such as Brainstorm would. Or disappointment as Ratchet would. Or ignored, as Rodimus would.]

The average unknown variable isn't generally capable of reanimating itself. Or so voracious. Swarm notwithstanding.

[He allows himself to lean against the bar as he watches Wing bustle about.] This place is not singular in that regard. And even the most basic necessities, taken to excess, can be harmful. [He shrugs.]

....oh. I'm sorry.

[If asked about judging Perceptor's worth, Wing would be remiss if he said it never crossed his mind. He may not be possessive, but he is protective--extremely so--of Drift's happiness. But that happiness, in the end, is the reason why he's here. He and Perceptor have a common goal, why not work together? Or at least, in tandem. ]

[And Perceptor deserves happiness too, so if Wing can help them both, then he's happy in turn.]

This is true! It certainly was not something I factored into my calculations when I opted to go alone. It's rather fortunate that reanimation is not a common factor. [BUT WAIT.] ...the Swarm couldn't reanimate. Right? [ Because YIKES?]

No, it's just got...a unique way of doing it. The threat here is unlike any I've encountered. [Trying not to tap thoughts that are too dark, Wing busies himself making the drinks, one for each of them, maybe not as quickly or expertly as a truly skilled bartender but it's done with obvious care.]

I do have to say though, with all of its obscure dangers, this place does have its benefits. And this is one of them. [Wing holds up a finished glass, letting the light filter through the rose and amber colors of the drink, watching as the denser grade settles to the bottom. ] Nexus Prime collects and refines the energon himself. All of the supply we have is thanks to him, even the specialty engex.

[The flash of a weak smile.] It's-- [not fine, actually.] We manage. [He's not used to losing people this way. To war wounds is one thing, to an unseen enemy is another.] But why the interest in living quarters?

[It's certainly a worthy goal. At least the part about Drift's happiness.]

Reanimation? Not that I am aware of. However, they do seem to reproduce at an alarming rate.

[Perceptor watches Wing distract himself by concentrating on compounding their drinks. He recognizes what Wing is doing; he's done it rather often himself. Usually he tinkers, rather than mixes, but the motions are remarkably similar. Rather, the look of concentration out of proportion to the subject is quite familiar.]

It's fortunate that he is willing to supply that, then.

[He frowns faintly, though. Everything depends so much on the First Forged. Perceptor is wary of anyone - or any groups - holding such absolute power over everyone.]

[Speaking of which...]

I... [He cups his hands around his drink, studying it for a moment, watching the colors swirl and slowly settle and shimmer.] I'm not certain I wish to rely upon Liege's temple for my housing.

[He lifts the glass and takes a sip, his optics dimming to faint flickers as he concentrates on the magic blossoming upon his oral chemoreceptors.]

That's almost as bad. I'm not certain I want to know how they even reproduce. [Honestly every time he hears about the Swarm they get nastier.]

[Wing does take some extended pleasure and comfort in the craft of the drinks. It's working with his hands, but to create, not damage or destroy. And in the end, the product is something enjoyable he can share.]

It is. I can't even tell you when the last time was I had energon from a pure source before I got here. I'd forgotten what it even tasted like! [There's a moment, a split second of something bordering on glee that flashes over his face.] ^{They even have flight grade}!

[Wing has his doubts, but he's keeping the faith in the First Forged because they are the best allies they have. Some of them though...]

AH. I see. [His tone goes flat, a stark contrast to a moment before.] I don't blame you. Liege...concerns me. [He's being polite.]

Well, the majority of the habitation wing here at the Hub is human scale housing since they have none, but there is a hostel room with bunks and several private garages for mechs. We do have a few who prefer to recharge in alt.

[He sips his own drink, slowing, letting the layers mingle again in his mouth: sweet, very sweet, but with a tangy bite under it all. It's probably one of this favorites; he very much enjoys the bittersweet contrast.]

Would you like to claim a table? Or I can show you around the Hub?

[Perceptor shrugs. Really, as unscientific as it had been, he'd really only wanted to know how they could be killed. Everything else was superfluous. ]

[Wing's excitement is amusing; it actually drags a slow smile from Perceptor.]

I saw you flying earlier. From a distance. [Wing looks so free and... nice in flight. Perceptor averts his gaze before he gives that thought away, though.]

[He glances back up, tilting his head as he looks at Wing consideringly. The lack of private quarters as he'd hoped is disappointing, but not unexpected. He'll find somewhere to go eventually. It's just unsettling to be at loose ends like he is now. He misses his lab. He doesn't miss Brainstorm, though.]

[Wing's concern about Liege, however, is much more interesting than Perceptor's childish internal whining. He nods toward the tables.]

I have not met Liege yet. [Provided that Wing follows, Perceptor takes a seat in a quiet, secluded corner.] You... don't like him.

[It's good to see the smile, and Wing has to admit being a little taken with it. His own grows and it's not because of the warm tingle of the drink in his system.] Did you?

That's another benefit of this place. Open skies. [He can't keep the thread of giddiness down, it's almost embarrassing really, and Wing finds himself grinning down into his drink.] We didn't even have that before the war. Not with the flight path and trafficking restrictions.

[It had been in the specs--more private quarters--but things had been reprioritized when more organics arrived.]

Well the garages are pretty nice, just lacking a typical recharge berth. But you can stay in any of the temples. Drift and I are at Vector's. [It's a thought, if Perceptor wants to be near friends. Wing knows plenty of mechs enjoy their privacy though so it's only gently suggested.]

I haven't spoken with him in-depth. [Wing tidies up what little mess he made, takes his drink in hand and joins Perceptor in the corner booth.] But I get the general impression he's the most...ethically challenged of the First Forged. Honestly I'm more comfortable with Megatronus, who makes no secret of his intentions.

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I did.

[Perceptor recalls how he'd felt upon his first brush with the wide open fields of academia in the academies. How everything had seemed so possible and attainable. Wondrous. He imagines that Wing feels very much now what Perceptor had felt then - Freedom. Perfect freedom and unfettered joy.]

[He misses feeling that.]

What were you, before?

[Before the war. Before the destruction and the killing and the chaos. Perceptor had been fortunate enough to be able to maintain his general function and field of study, even if his researches had been directed into much more militant applications than he would have chosen for himself. At least his beloved Sciences hadn't been completely forbidden him. Wing, however, seems like he would have been far more content as a SkyPainter, rather than a warrior. Surely Wing hasn't been a fighter all his function.]

[Perceptor shakes his head, though, and waves the question off with quick flick of his hand.] I'm sorry. I don't mean to pry.

[The smile has faded back to his habitual stoic mask by the time Perceptor's gaze washes over Wing's frame, seeking the jet's Glyph.]

It's logical, though. You're both Vector's. [He twitches his own Glyph-emblazoned shoulder - Liege's - with resignation. Not that he knows any more about Vector than he does Liege, but the thought of being closer to someone he actually knows well does hold a certain appeal. Except...]

Any temple? Vector Prime would allow one that he hasn't... [branded...] selected to take up residence in his temple? [It sounds too good to be true.]

[Perceptor manages to barely suppress the flinch at Wing's description of Liege. Verity had essentially railed about Perceptor's own ethical challenges, and she hadn't even been privy to his deals with Prowl. Liege as his "patron" begins to make more sense to him.]

[There's pleased smile that crosses his lip plates and Wing's pinions lift noticeably. It's hard for him to share his joy of flight (except in the most intimate of ways) so it's gratifying to know that others can enjoy it simply by watching. And well, it's a form of flattery too, that he can't deny.]

No it's fine. I want to know you Perceptor, it's only fair you know me in turn. [He smiles, because its true, he wants very much to know this mech who's earned such a firm place in Drift's esteem. But his expression grows a touch serious: the quiet solemnity of old joys and pains faded with time.]

Before I became a knight? Nothing too grand. A courier. Small frame, agile VTOL capabilities, easy to navigate dense urban areas but fast enough to cover the large open distances in between. [He shrugs.] So the Functionalists said.

[He doesn't sound that excited about it. Flying was the one benefit. But so much structure and very little choice.]

[Wing looks at the bright gold of his glyph.] Others have done it. First Aid shared a room with Blurr in Vector's tower and he bears Megatronus's glyph. I also know that glyphs can change entirely. Ah...[ His lip plates purse with amusement.] Ironhide arrived with Alpha Trion's glyph. First thing he did was bunch the Prime in the face? [Yes, really.] He wore Megatronus's glyph shortly thereafter.

[A smirk, because though he was quite appalled at the time he finds it amusing now.]

[Perceptor frowns. Functionalists. He'd nearly forgotten all about them. Not that they had affected him much - he'd been made a scientist with a scientist's function, but more importantly, a love of all the fields of sciences. His "function" had not been such a hardship.]

[Suddenly, he finds himself recalling Blaster's words, that he'd "defiled" himself. Perhaps the Functionalists were not so gone as he'd once thought.]

The skies are open to you here, though. [It's a pittance, but it's something, isn't it?]

[Perceptor sips deeply of his drink, sorry now that he'd asked, and stirred up potentially bad memories. The past... is past. And the now... is a mystery that i not guaranteed. Better to simply enjoy what one has, rather than dwell on old pains.]

[Ironhide... did what? Perceptor's brow ridges nearly leap upward in a flicker of surprise before his expression smooths out again. He ponders the idea for a long, quiet moment, and then nods once. Just a slow dip of his chin as he studies the layers of his drink.]

If you and Drift would not mind my presence there... [Because a having a third wheel around is always so much fun. Perceptor has gotten quite adept at playing that part.] Perhaps I should ask Vector or one of his acolytes for a room in his temple.

[He cycles a slow vent, darting a glance up at Wing from under his brow for just a moment.]

What is it that you wish to know?

[He's never really spoken much about himself, even when he had still been rather... verbose. It's a little... intimidating to open himself up like this, even if it is to someone that Drift trusts with more than his life.]

[At the time Wing had no reason to complain or contradict the notion. It was a logical assignment, and whether it meshed with what truly made him happy or best used his skills didn't matter. Not that things stayed that way. ]

They are, yes. A fact I am thankful for daily. And it was not so bad a function to have, others fared worse certainly. And it did lead me to the Circle eventually.

[And even if that is the most painful part, it's also the most important. He takes another long draw from his drink, a salve to counter old lingering aches.]

[Wing sees the humble way Perceptor asks, as if it's an imposition to speak the words. It makes him want to reach out and offer something in the way of reassurance, though perhaps it's not proper yet. His words though, hold all the same warmth his arms would.]

Not at all. Not for my part, anyway. It'd be a pleasure. [ He lowers his helm as a sheepish smile plays over his lip plates.] If anything you may have to forgive me. With all the disappearances of late, I've taken to wanting to keep those who matter close. [Wing's hording mechs Perceptor, keeping a tighter watch on his flock. And yes that's going to mean you too.] Asking Vector is probably not necessary but would make a positive impression to be sure.

[Oh, Wing sees the hesitation there too.]

Whatever you feel comfortable sharing Perceptor. On your own time. I've no wish to press. [He knows the sharing of one's life experiences are like laying the paving stones on a new path towards friendship, each one an offering to the other to come a little closer, step by step. But once those steps are paved there's no retracting them; and being certain of that sharing, that path, is not always easy. Wing won't force Perceptor into that, not with Drift as leverage; he'd rather earn each step on his own.]

[If Wing is watching closely, he might catch that brief flash of surprise that flickers over Perceptor's face. "Those who matter"? He matters?]

[The cynical part of him tries to assert that, of course he would matter, because he'd helped to save Wing's life. Perceptor, though, has the odd feeling that it's much more than that with Wing, and he ignores the cynical whisper.]

Very well. [He nods, studying his drink.] I will ask. [A pause. He almost asks Wing if he knows if there is a room available near he and Drift, but then swallows he question, afraid to expose himself any more than he already has. He hates wanting things; such wants are merely weaknesses to be exploited. He should trust Wing more - after all, Drift does - but it's hard. Perceptor had trusted others who he'd known far longer, and far better, and it had never served him well.]

[He realizes suddenly that he's been silent too long, and darts a glance up at Wing to gauge the jet's reaction. He should say something. Share something. A token, at least, of this beginning between them.]

[He shifts a little uncomfortably. He doesn't know where to start. He doesn't know if he can start. Finally, he shrugs.]

I am a scientist. I met Drift when he was attempting to rescue the same group of Autobot prisoners that the unit I had been placed with were attempting to rescue. His appearance surprised me; it was obvious that his upgrades were recent, but the style hearkened to a much older time.

[Perceptor glances up at Wing, optics tracing the paths of the decorative scrolls and panels of Wing's form.]

I understood why much later.

[After he'd come out of the regen tank, and after he'd started his own upgrades. After he'd come to terms, as best he could, with his true worth to Kup and the others.]

[Or, rather, his lack thereof.]

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[He's still staring sheepishly into his glass, wondering if he's being too over-protective of perfectly capable adult mechs when he catches the shift in expression in his peripheral. Did he see that right? He's going to guess he did.]

Good. Let us know once that's done, we can help you get settled. [He beams a little: it's good to be issuing welcomes rather than saying goodbyes.] You'll probably have your pick of the rooms, unless you really want to be near the ground floor. I, well, I did not. [He grins.] The view from upper tiers is quite majestic, if you don't mind the lift ride. But I have a thing for sunrises.

[There's another grin, and a slightly...mischievous tilt if Perceptor is keen enough to catch it. One of the benefits of being higher in the tower was the privacy. Few wanted to add extra levels onto their trek home but Wing uses the balcony more than he uses the door. Though that's changed some since Drift joined him.]

[He doesn't mind the silence: he has his own pensive moments and he's certain Perceptor has plenty to think about. He's dealt with greater challenges to his patience before. Besides, the drink is making for a pleasant fuzz over his systems and it's hard to be troubled by small things now. There's a congenial look on Wing's face as he draws another sip, reminding himself to take it slow. The last thing they needed was for him to get overcharged and make a mess of things. He's pretty sure Perceptor doesn't want an excessively friendly jet in his lap touching that curious scope of his.]

[AT ANYRATE.]

I suppose our deco is fairly uncommon now. And our technological advances did take a slightly different direction. [Wing likes hearing that story from the other side. Drift is far too humble sometimes. And hearing about Drift being the rescuer always swells his spark.] Is that when Drift told you his story?

A lift ride is no hardship.

[Especially if it puts him nearer...]

[He takes another draught of his drink, distracting himself from that train of thought before he betrays himself.]

A slightly different direction? [Perceptor snorts softly. That's like saying that Megatron took a "slightly different direction" than Orion Pax had.]

[He shakes his head.]

No. That came later. I was... indisposed for a time after we first met.

You should pick something on our floor then! [Oh, too exuberant?] Ah, I mean. If that suits you. I would understand if it didn't.

[Yeah staying down the hall from your ex and his current. That'd be weird if you weren't included. Though, hopefully...]

Well. Okay, I'm being modest I suppose. We did leave Cybertron with a lot of scientists, scholars and other great minds. And we had an entirely different set of circumstances to adapt to. [He's hoping that's not a point of contention. He knows many who still look down on those who fled the war and Cybertron. He's been called a coward more than once.]

Oh. [OH. RIGHT.] Ah. Beg pardon. _{Of course you were.} I'm happy you recovered and made a friend in him.

[He really wants to ask more. To beg for the pieces of Drift's life that he's missed, maybe live them vicariously through someone else. But it feels selfish, and like he's prying too much into business that is not his.]

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