The avatar lifts his hand to hold Midvalley's to his cheek. With a slight nod to the side his lips press a kiss into the other's palm.
"My plans..." The voice is rough, as if the throat is in dire need of some coughing. Fragile. "My plans are with you, most adored friend."
If only I do not hurt you again, Jazz thinks, already beginning to feel the same all-consuming sensation again that brought him so close to damaging what he holds dear.