Sal was about to retort heavily, quickly, desperately that he was tired of receiving Jazz's sweetheart comments and stares when another voice echoed in the large garage. He cocked his head over in the direction of the approaching figure, grateful for the interuption, and recognized Midvalley.
Hm. He owed him one.
But when Jazz created a holo person - oh, yes, because there were ghosts in Niflheim, Sal thought bemusedly - and he approached Midvalley in hopes to give him a kiss, the asexual being held his face in hands. EUGH! It was like watching someone's own parents make out!
"Good fucking grief." He muttered from between his fingers. "I'm officially scared."