God, Drift remembers being that hungry. He remembers it with painful clarity, the days where he'd chug down any scraps he could find before anyone else could take it from him. Things had been a little better for awhile with Gasket, they'd looked out for each other...but Drift knows how vulnerable Deadlock must be feeling right now. Sense memory takes hold, sometimes.

"You don't have to thank me," Drift says, equally quietly. In a way, there's an inherent selfishness to this act; a desire for self-preservation, in case this is some kind of time paradox. He watches Deadlock for another few moments before he retrieves another energon cube and holds it out to him without comment. "How are you feeling?"