Something pulled Drift out of recharge. Maximus’s arms were still wrapped around him, the mech’s EM field calm and quiet as he rumbled softly in recharge.
Pressure in his chest, intense enough to force a whine of discomfort from the racer’s vocalizer. It wasn’t really painful, just so uncomfortable…
A brief little flare of alarm came from Arcis before a compulsion to roll to his side had Drift moving, uttering a faint groan as he moved. “Max… Max, wake up.”
Still facing his mate, he scooted back to put a little space between them, wincing as something in his chest started hurting.