[He didn't know what to say. Those weeks had been so hard. He'd never thought twice about bringing Drift back. He'd seen a mech in need and he stepped in to do what he could. The outcome, Drift becoming a prisoner in a sense, was not how he'd envisioned things going. Drift had been...sulky at best, Wing was very aware that Drift didn't want to be there, and yet something more than just being under Wing's watchful optics had kept him there. The fact that he'd been able to sneak out to make that deal with the slavers was proof enough that Drift could had left any time he'd truly wanted to. That didn't make it easier, even if he knew what he had to do, for the...former Decepticon's sake, even if it mean Drift hated him for it.]

[And instead Drift felt indebted.]

Drift... [He...still wasn't sure what to say.