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Who: Drift and the Autobots
Where: The Autobot home base
When: Sometime after the Space Jam fight at least.
What: More drama. Honestly, what else can you expect at this point?
Warnings: Nothing so far.

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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.”

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Arcee's optics dim, as if in disappointment, but the hurt isn't entirely gone, either. She vents out slowly, shaking her head.

"But you still did," she says heavily, her shoulders sagging. "That's what this is about, Drift -- you did, and I want to know why. Since when does your friendship with Rodimus outrank the priority of the mission for you, Drift? The safety of the team? If you didn't want to lie to me, then why did you? Just to -- what, appease one of Rodimus' whims? You've got field experience. You had to know this was a shoddy plan."

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“It’s not like he doesn’t have any experience either.” The words come out more defensively than he’d meant them to, and he winces – pressing a hand against his forehelm.

No one’s actually directly asked him why he’d gone along with Rodimus. Or at least, no one’s asked for any explanation beyond simply accepting that they’re both close. Now that someone is, he finds himself strangely…reluctant to get to the heart of the matter. But he owes Arcee an explanation, and wants to give her one. Right now, he’s just not sure how… and when he tries to speak up again, his throat feels tight.

“I… I did it because it's not just that we're friends. I...rely on him. And I want him to know that he can rely on me too…for whatever he needs.”

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Arcee looks more tired than anything, rubbing her fingers along her own forehelm as she vents out a long, slow sigh. "Sometimes what he needs isn't always what he wants, Drift. What happened back there was a bad plan, and you know it was. I get wanting to have Rodimus's back -- I do. But maybe what he needs sometimes is someone to help him find the line."

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“I know where you’re coming from, but…what if I had told him no? Or if I’d ratted him out? He still would’ve found some way to leave again. And then he really would have been on his own. I wouldn’t-…I won’t let that happen.”

Drift crosses his arms uncomfortably – getting the feeling that nothing he’s saying is really helping matters much. “I’m not trying to use this as an excuse for lying, it’s just…it’s not a chance I want to take.”