Still uncomfortable. Still massively uncomfortable. For all his big talk about being true to yourself, there are few people Drift can handle this level of sincerity from, and Ratchet hasn't historically been on that list. Still better, yeah, but Drift, a little more worn out than he's ready to admit, keeps stretching and staring up at the ceiling.

"I do." He smiles faintly, briefly. Not a façade this time, either. "I mean -- maybe I didn't right away, it was -- well, you know. But -- that's kind of why I left, too. Not just for a friend, but -- for everyone."