Wing can't decide what's frustrating him more, the way his interface array pings ready or how confusing this conversation is.

"It wasn't intentional," he tries to calm his voice, take some of the accusation (and the begging) tone out of it, only successful near the end. "I just..." Can we go back to kissing please?

But before Wing can phrase that into something articulate and tactful, Deadlock launches himself off his frame. The cool air hits the areas of his armor warmed by the grounder's presence and he gasps, startled, too slow to withdraw his hand in time.