Midvalley cradles Jazz's head against his shoulder. No one in his life has ever said that to him, because no one could, epecially back in the Gung-ho Guns. Even his mother had been gone so early, when he was so young... but he isn't going to think about Sylvia now. He's going to think about Jazz.
"That's good... because I'm going to be here, Jazz, OK? I'm... not going anywhere."