“Actually, this is mostly your fault.” Jazz retorted jokingly, sitting up as his internal temperature gradually lowered. He looked down at his abdomen, then at Prowl’s with a soft chuckle, his gaze straying upwards to meet the other’s. “That’s OK, though. I think you look nice! I dunno if the Prime’s gonna think the same thing, so I better get you…” He trailed off as he realized what he was saying and coolly pretended to be focused on standing without toppling over as he corrected himself. “…We better get cleaned up.” He stretched and took a sluggish step forward, leaning in to press a small kiss to the corner of Prowl’s lips as the music coming from the data pad buried underneath the piles of others on the floor finished the last song on the playlist. Jazz made a note to deal with them later, much later, since there was already something that needed his immediate attention.
Prowl caught Jazz's hand before he could slip too far away, fingers entwining with his to further anchor Jazz beside him. Easily guiding him towards the door, mindful of the datapads and other various items strewn about along the floor, Prowl shook his head with something between fondness and disapproval. "I highly doubt Prime would be the only one to have something to say about it."