Arcee was still very confused as to why this mech wanted to help her. "Drift, why do you have such compassion toward me? I'm just a femme bot, who's not the greatest scout anymore.... I can't do this..." She looked down to the ground, tears filling her optics... "I feel like my life is tortured every time I go to battle.... I'm of no use..."
Drift looked up with a confused look on his face. "I told you, I am here to help you, and please don't talk so down about yourself. To be honest, Optimus calls you his right hand gal... You know what that means, right?"
"Yes, I know what that means... I can't beat myself up anymore, but what happened to my two part," and before she could finish her statement, Drift had a tight embrace around her...
"Relax, okay... Everything will be alright. You couldn't have helped them, even you did have backup. "
The femme's optics were tear stained... Falling continuously from her eyes... She stared up at the gentle mech. She couldn't help herself by noticing how handsome his crest was. "Drift, I-I'm sorry. This is tough for me."
"I know, Arcee. I am just trying to comfort you..." He kept staring into her blue optics, she was beautiful, and he knew that. He pulled on the embrace and tightened it.
He began caressing her helm, while still looking her in the optics...
He ran his digits around her petite shoulders and brought her closer.. "Your finish, is well, beautiful.. I can't take my optics off of you.
She wrapped her servos around his helm, while still looking in his optics...
