Like in a trance he walks backwards until he arrives at the berth. There he sits down, providing an arm for Midvalley to use as a way up to him.
"Company makes even anihilation sound like paradise."
There is a light in the ocean-like crystals of Jazz' eyes, twinning the soft glow that starts to seep out of tiny cracks in his torso. His spark yearns for contact, a connection that he fears will only harm the man he more and more starts to think of as a third.