[All Drift could manage for a moment was a nod. He hadn't always gotten along with Wing. Hell, half the time he'd wanted to bash his stupid hippy face in, but the fact remained that if it hadn't been for him, Drift will still be lost. Well, even more lost than he was now. Either way, it was a few moments before he spoke again]
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...Part of me wants to smack you in the head.