The kiss feels good, a little too good, really, even though the fact that he was pulling the kiss from Wing, taking it, made it slightly less strange to him. The kiss is warm, enthralling, and Wing's surrender against him flares his EM field hard.

But it's too much, like diving into water that's deeper than he'd expected. He keeps backing away, shaking his head, almost trembling, unable to tear his optics away from the jet, until he turns, dashing into the darkness beyond the bonfire, clinging to the scrap of paper.