This is what it means to be third: Safety found in the presense of another. Silence that need not be disturbed. Reality that is not a dream.
This is what it means to be alive: Being able to feel a third's proximity. Being able to protect a third. Hope in the shadow of pain.
Jazz is sure that sometime in the future everything will make sense, that he will understand why he was compelled to choose this fragile individual as his... dearest companion.
For now though, he is content to just be allowed to hold Midvalley.
Without being conscious of it, he begins to hum an old melody, a lullaby his little 'Bee always wanted to hear when the young one was plagued by bad dreams in recharge time.