Energon would be great right now, considering he hasn't refueled in two weeks. That might have something to do with why Wing feels a little off, or it might be the fact that no one's touched him in all the time either.

Well, until just now. His plating is unusually warm, almost fevered, the jet pushing hot air from his vents as he twitches under Deadlock's touch. But it's certainly not a flinch away, if anything, it's the opposite. Picking up where they left off at the bonfire? That would be real nice. Except Wing doesn't have a mouth to kiss with right now.

"S-seems that way," Wing's voice is shaky still, though for different reasons now. "I don't know why my T-cog engaged. But...now it's not responding?" There's the sound of him trying again, plates lifting just barely, revealing seams, but that's as much as he manages.