The berth is not large for a Cybertronian bed, but as Midvalley now shares its space with him he is more than ever aware how... liberating it can be.
With a bit of awkwardness, Jazz lies down. At the same time he tries to lift his friend into his arms, as he really does not want to hurt the other with his weight.
"You..." is proclaimed with all the dignity that a heir to the Lord Protector can produce. "... are cute."