Midvalley's smile is to Jazz like a thousand novae burning into an elegant crescendo. In this moment he is more than certain that meeting this human, here on this empty planet, was some kind of luck. What else could it be?
Jazz' real eyes dim to a pale blue shimmer, as it a tiny candle were hiding behind his optical glass. The avatar's eyes though, never leave his dear friend's gaze.
He allows one hand to wander slowly towards the other's neck. His fingers yearn to feel.