At least Ratchet all crotchety and cursing is familiar, and weirdly comforting, now that they're no longer locked in a cell or being shot at.

"I'm not sorry either." Drift eyes the little figure, and he doesn't quite smile, but his optics do glow a little brighter. He really isn't. He couldn't have ever let himself even want to go home until Ratchet showed up, and somewhere deep in him, he still has reservations, but...he's ready to go home. "It's not like I was happy to leave, either, but -- I still stand by what I did, Ratchet. If I had to, I'd make the same choice."