[Something unambiguous. Maybe throwing Drift to the ground, straddling him and telling him you want to frag him till he can't move? That might work.]

[And then Drift twitches, because for a moment, all he hears is the first part. Because that's what he's been dreading. So for a long moment there's nothing but aching grief on his face.]

[But he forces himself to play over the rest, and cycles a deep vent.] _{It's not.}
[What he owes Wing is entirely separate--his protection, his loyalty. But this? What he wants here? Is almost selfish by comparison.]