For a short moment, as vast and endless like the stars, Jazz does not react at all. It seems as if three little words have short-circuited his reflexes, as if...
Then all thought processes kick-start again and the grin, this open and bright thing on both real and constructed faces, get even wider.
"I." He kisses Midvalley's right cheek.
"Love." This is the left cheek.
"You." And here he takes his time to find and cherish his dear human's lips.