[There's a long pause as intense feelings seem to contend for dominance on his shadowed face. In the end they compromise into a pained half smile.]

_{That's so Drift.}

[He looks like he might cry, and the only thing preventing it is not knowing if it should be from horror or pride.]

Thank you. For doing something. For being there. For helping him. ... When I couldn't.

[His pinions and audials droop, his regret deeply plain.]

It would, yeah. You at your place? I'll be there soon.