[OOC: Just wanted to tell you that one of the fic writers I know likes the plot we have going here.]
"Shh," Jazz whispers. His head pressing into the hollow between Midvalley's head and shoulder. He kisses the neck.
"I won't leave you alone." There is desperation in his voice, a kind of scared undertone that is all to aware that he'll be very lucky to have even half a vorn with his human.
Half a vorn. It's such a short time. Such a dreadfully short time.
"I won't leave you alone."
[OOC2: A vorn is roughly 83 human years. It's something of a year on Cybertron.]