Drift grits his teeth – fingers clenching tightly against the sides of the tray. He’d expected Ratchet to be angry, if nothing else – to pick apart everything he’d done and throw it in his face. And he’d been prepared to just take it. But Rachet’s list of talents seemed to include making Drift angry…that and making every one of their conversations as unpleasant as possible.

“If you want to make this about what I did? Fine. But I’m really running low on patience for people who act like they can’t be bothered with my friend.”