[The past few days had been slow; the hours were dragging out longer than usual and everything just felt…repetitive. Drift’s been trying to keep his commlink out of sight for the most part - trying to busy himself rather than wait around for a call that might be a while off. But all in all, it’s been quiet at the Autobot base and that’s given his thoughts ample time to wander. It’s easy to tell himself that he shouldn’t worry – that worrying wont’ do him any good now. But it’s not as easy to convince himself that Rodimus being on his own is a good idea.

It’s already well into the night when Drift finally settles onto the berth in his ship; back flat down against the surface with his fingers folded together on his chest. The quiet darkness of the room has been less than comforting as of late - only increasing the anxiousness in his spark. Rest hasn’t come very easily and tonight seems to be no exception.

So when the light signaling a new message fills the room, Drift’s already alert. He moves quickly off the berth and across the room. It’s only once he actually reaches the commlink that he shows any hesitation. When he accepts the call, there’s a note of uncertainty to his voice.]

Hello…?