The hurt in her optics is worse - much worse than the hard gaze she’d fitted him with during their last talk.

Drift crosses his arms and vents a small puff of air – optics downcast he tries to collect his thoughts. He’s been wondering, this whole time, about what he could say to Arcee once this moment came. But…naturally, there weren’t going to be any easy or obvious answers. The truth is - there was never a point at which Drift consciously felt like he couldn’t trust Arcee…but what else could you call it, really? He’d been positive that Arcee wouldn’t approve of what they were doing, and hadn’t been willing to take that risk.

“I don’t…know if this will make things any better or worse. But I never wanted to lie to you, Arcee. Rodimus…he’s the only one I would’ve done that for.”