The kiss is... enchanting. Effulgent in its perfection.
For a moment's breath there is no reaction, then Jazz' avatar stands as well. He looks at Midvalley for a long time, listening to the sounds of life the human body produces.
The low gurgling of blood running through veins. The thud-thud-thud of a heart beating time away in a rhythm as old as the universe. The more felt than heard sound of a eye blinking.
He looks and listens and waits for the right moment.
Now, he thinks. Do it now, or it will all break apart like cluster of G'br Vq'yz.
He kisses Midvalley. A kiss filled with everything that was and always will be.
When it's over, the holo is using the form that shared a pleasant time on a roof top with the musician.
There is a bittersweet smile on Jazz' now human features.