[daringherring]

truck-dad‌:

Optimus followed Jazz’s gaze towards the chairs, there was at least one he could sit on without breaking, but the charging slab was another story. Perhaps he wouldn’t break it but it wouldn’t be very comfortable for either of them he’d imagine.

“Hah, you may have a point there.” The taller bot shrugged a bit, turning his attention back towards his friend. “Well, we could always move this conversation to my own suite, if you would like to. It might be that or sitting on the floor as our best options.”

Decisions, decisions. Jazz has no doubt that Optimus’ quarters will be more comfortable, and yet the floor is right there. They wouldn’t even have to go anywhere, because it’s right there.

But Jazz has also been spending more time in his own quarters lately than he would prefer. A change of scenery would probably do him good, so he steps back from the Prime and turns toward the door.

“Let’s go to yours,” he says, tugging Optimus along by their still-linked hands.

[truck-dad]

He really wouldn't mind either options, sure the room would be a bit better than the floor but he really wasn't picky. So long as they got to spend some time together he didn't really care where.

It seems Jazz had made their choice though, tugging the Prime along towards the door.

"Alright, I'm coming. It's not going anywhere you know." He chuckled, not that he wasn't just as eager, if not a little more. "I haven't been back to my suite since I've gotten back, I am looking forward to resting on a slab again instead of just being parked in a large garage they made into a room."

It was rather late so not many bots were still up, and those who were should be at their posts on night shifts. Still there would be a few goofing around that spotted them, waving happily. Optimus returned the gesture but didn't stop to chat as he usually might, determined to get to the room quickly.

Finally they arrived, he had to release his hold on Jazz's hand to key in the lock code, the door sliding open to the large quarters. It looked very much how he left it, as was expected, only a few trusted bots had access to his room. But there was one thing out of place that caught his eyes, a pad lite up on his nightstand with a note written on the screen, beside a small sized cube of energon.

"Welcome home Prime!" The note read. Optimus picked up the cube and sniff. Extra strong fuel, high graded filtering, he didnt have much doubt who this was from.

"Ironhide." He mused with a smile and set the cube back down. He wasn't a bug fan of overly strong energon, but it was hard to come by and the gesture was nice. "So than, where were we?"

[daringherring]

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A very sure hand found it’s way in his hip, it made him want to step even closer, press their frames together and feel their soft inter workings sync up, but that would make looking at him even more difficult. So for for now the Prime stayed put, thumb moving to from it’s grip on Jazz’s chin towards his cheek, grazing over his lips a bit in the process.

“Well, we could listen to some music, just lay down and relax, talk…” Optimus paused a moment, it wasn’t going to happen if he kept tip toeing around asking. “And I’d like to try kissing you again.”

Getting comfortable and listening to some tunes sounds great, but Jazz had been expecting something a little more… and there it is. He tilts his head to brush a barely there kiss onto the inside of Optimus’ wrist, then looks back up with a smile.

“Yeah,” he agrees, “I’d be into that, baby. If you wanna lie down, though…”

Jazz glances at the cozy circle of chairs in his room, then the recharging dock in the back corner. The dock is big enough to share with another bot about Jazz’s size, but he’s got nothing of a size that Optimus might lie down on.

“We might have to move somewhere else.”

[truck-dad]

Optimus followed Jazz's gaze towards the chairs, there was at least one he could sit on without breaking, but the charging slab was another story. Perhaps he wouldn't break it but it wouldn't be very comfortable for either of them he'd imagine.

"Hah, you may have a point there." The taller bot shrugged a bit, turning his attention back towards his friend. "Well, we could always move this conversation to my own suite, if you would like to. It might be that or sitting on the floor as our best options."

[daringherring]

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Optimus laughs, looking from the servos half together back to his friend’s face.

“I’m sure plenty of Autobots would hold your hand if you asked, Jazz.” His grip around said digits adjusted, closing around so the large blue nearly completely hid the black paint. “Their hands might not be as big though.”

He would be lying if he said he hadn’t spent much of his down time while gone thinking about this new and exciting part of their relationship. Specifically the earth born gesture of affection that they’d given a try once before. He may or may not have been favoring more romantic based films and shows on the small televison in the room he was given. There seemed to be many styles if techniques to this kissing then he originally thought.

“I did miss holding your hand…” Though as this was said on of the large servos released Jazz’s, favoring to instead gently grip his chin and lift it slightly. “But I think I’d like to do a bit more than just that, if it would be alright with you.”

‘If he asked,’ indeed. Jazz just smiles and shakes his head ruefully; there’s a good reason why he doesn’t ask, and the current situation with Sunstreaker is only further proof of the importance of holding himself to a strict standard of conduct.

But Jazz does not at all want to bring the subject back around to his forced vacation and, thankfully, Optimus provides a perfect distraction.

“You would, huh?”

Considering the way his friend’s engine had been rumbling while Jazz rooted around in his cabin, he can guess what direction that request might be headed in. Gently squeezing the hand wrapped around his own, Jazz steps in closer and settles his free hand on Optimus’ hip. The new position means he has to tilt his head back farther to meet the taller Autobot’s optics, but with that gentle grip on his chin directing his gaze, he finds that he really does not mind.

“I could be interested. What are you thinkin’ of?”

[truck-dad]

A very sure hand found it's way in his hip, it made him want to step even closer, press their frames together and feel their soft inter workings sync up, but that would make looking at him even more difficult. So for for now the Prime stayed put, thumb moving to from it's grip on Jazz's chin towards his cheek, grazing over his lips a bit in the process.

"Well, we could listen to some music, just lay down and relax, talk..." Optimus paused a moment, it wasn't going to happen if he kept tip toeing around asking. "And I'd like to try kissing you again."

[daringherring]

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He knew Jazz well and the bot could at point read him like a book. It was great for communication, without having to say a word he understood what the Prime wanted or needed…Though unfortunately it also meant he had a very good idea of how to play and tease the leader.

Thankfully the talented digits were merciful, though still leaving strokes and caresses he did at least pick up the pace. Finally the little paper fruit was in place and Optimus was free to do as he pleased. He hesitated a moment, savoring the touch on his door before reversing a few feet and transforming back to his tall, broad robot mode. The rush of moving parts wafting the new scent through the air.

“Hmm…This one smells very nice. Thank you, Jazz.” He chuckled. “I wish I had known you were going to give me a gift, I would of tried to bring you something back from my trip other than new treaties and paperwork to look at.”

“New treaties, huh?” That actually does get Jazz’s attention; it may not be the most traditional of gifts, but anything that gives the Autobots a step up on the Decepticons is more than welcome. Plus, the content of treaties is publicly available: there’s no rank or clearance required to read them over, which will give Jazz at least a couple of hours of work and a feeling of normalcy for a little while.

“I do want to look at those… in the morning. For now,” Jazz says, reaching out to link his hands with Optimus’ bigger ones and grinning a mischievous grin, a portent of the truly cheesey one-liner to come, “you’re enough of a present for me.”

Silly, maybe, but also true: Jazz has had a rough few days, but having Optimus back and spending time together has relaxed him into a much better mood. He’ll deny it until the end of days, but before the Prime had showed up at his door, Jazz had been brooding.

[truck-dad]

“I’ll make sure to bring them by for you tomorrow.” Nothing too different or drastic really, but a few countries that were more reluctant about Autobot presence were more willing to allow them around should there be a Decepticon attack. Their presence here on Earth was exciting to some but scary to others, understandable really.

But they could discuss that later.

Optimus squeezed at the hands in his grip, the corners of his optics upturned to hint at the smile that hid under his battle mask. He laughed at the terribly corny line and bent down just enough to look more directly into the bright blue visor.

“Well, I’m glad you find our friendship to be such a gift.” His tone started playful but then a more sincere note made it’s way into his voice. “I know I already said so, but I missed you a lot while I was away. We speak every single day, I’ve grown so used to that it was strange to be without you to talk to.”

[daringherring]

Hey, hey! No laughing, now. The gift of Optimus’ friendship is a very serious matter! Jazz puts on his most earnest expression to assist in communicating this when he replies, “Best present anyone ever gave me, baby.”

Of course, such seriousness can’t last for long. Where Optimus’ declaration turns more sincere, Jazz’s is accompanied by the return of his irrepressible grin.

“Aww, Prime, I missed you too. It’s been too quiet around here! And,” he continues, leaning in and lowering his voice conspiratorially, “no one else around here holds my hand.”

[truck-dad]

Optimus laughs, looking from the servos half together back to his friend's face.

"I'm sure plenty of Autobots would hold your hand if you asked, Jazz." His grip around said digits adjusted, closing around so the large blue nearly completely hid the black paint. "Their hands might not be as big though."

He would be lying if he said he hadn't spent much of his down time while gone thinking about this new and exciting part of their relationship. Specifically the earth born gesture of affection that they'd given a try once before. He may or may not have been favoring more romantic based films and shows on the small televison in the room he was given. There seemed to be many styles if techniques to this kissing then he originally thought.

"I did miss holding your hand..." Though as this was said on of the large servos released Jazz's, favoring to instead gently grip his chin and lift it slightly. "But I think I'd like to do a bit more than just that, if it would be alright with you."

[truck-dad]

4, 8, 13?

4.Does your muse like to hold hands?

Of course he does. Optimus is very much a fan of physical affection. His friends will receive many pats on the back, reassuring hands on their shoulder and even hugs. Though hand holding is something a bit more intimate than your everyday gestures like those, he finds it a very good way to silently express his desire to be closer to someone he care for.

8. Does your muse like to dance? Would they dance with another?

Does he like it? Yes! Is he good at it? That's up for debate. Though he can be a little shy about it at first its not too hard to convince the Prime to try and bust a move, once he's over his lack of skills he'll have fun regardless with whoever has asked him to dance.

13.Are there any physical items that make your muse happy?

Optimus does not own too much as far as person items go, besides necessary things like work pads, weapons and the like. There are a few items of sentimental value, gifts, things attached to memories, some photographs, though its hars to say if they make him happy.

I'd say an item that never seems to fail in making the Prime's mood brighten up would be (as I'm sure I've said many times before) the large transformer sized basketball that is supposed to live in the rec room. It finds itself more times than not in his office though.

[truck-dad]

Is there a type of music relaxes your muse?

Of course, Optimus is open to listening to anything but he finds slower lovr ballads and mellow folksy music to be something he can relax to best.

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What is your muse’s love language / how do they show affection?

Does your muse like hugs? 

Does your muse like kisses?

Does your muse like to hold hands?

Did your muse have any sweet childhood romances?

Did your muse have a favourite childhood toy?

Did your muse have a favourite childhood story or fable?

Does your muse like to dance? Would they dance with another?

Does your muse like to sing? Would they do a duet?

Does your muse like to cook? Would they cook with another?

What pet names would your muse give to others?

What pet names would your muse want to be called?

Are there any physical items that make your muse happy?

Is there a particular place that makes your muse feel at home?

Is there a type of music relaxes your muse?

How does your muse behave when they are on their own, with nobody watching?

How does your muse behave when they are with their best friend?

How does your muse behave when they are with their family?

How does your muse behave when they are with their crush / love?

What does your muse love about themself?

What does your muse love about their best friend?

What does your muse love about their crush / love?

How is your muse with children?

How is your muse with animals?

How would your muse react to being handed a baby?

How would your muse react to being abruptly kissed by their crush?

How would your muse react to their love proposing marriage?

Does your muse want to have children, would they make a good parent?

What makes your muse smile?

What makes your muse laugh?

What makes your muse blush?

Describe a soft scenario or memory involving your muse.

[daringherring]

truck-dad‌:

He knew Jazz well and the bot could at point read him like a book. It was great for communication, without having to say a word he understood what the Prime wanted or needed…Though unfortunately it also meant he had a very good idea of how to play and tease the leader.

Thankfully the talented digits were merciful, though still leaving strokes and caresses he did at least pick up the pace. Finally the little paper fruit was in place and Optimus was free to do as he pleased. He hesitated a moment, savoring the touch on his door before reversing a few feet and transforming back to his tall, broad robot mode. The rush of moving parts wafting the new scent through the air.

“Hmm…This one smells very nice. Thank you, Jazz.” He chuckled. “I wish I had known you were going to give me a gift, I would of tried to bring you something back from my trip other than new treaties and paperwork to look at.”

“New treaties, huh?” That actually does get Jazz’s attention; it may not be the most traditional of gifts, but anything that gives the Autobots a step up on the Decepticons is more than welcome. Plus, the content of treaties is publicly available: there’s no rank or clearance required to read them over, which will give Jazz at least a couple of hours of work and a feeling of normalcy for a little while.

“I do want to look at those… in the morning. For now,” Jazz says, reaching out to link his hands with Optimus’ bigger ones and grinning a mischievous grin, a portent of the truly cheesey one-liner to come, “you’re enough of a present for me.”

Silly, maybe, but also true: Jazz has had a rough few days, but having Optimus back and spending time together has relaxed him into a much better mood. He’ll deny it until the end of days, but before the Prime had showed up at his door, Jazz had been brooding.

[truck-dad]

"I'll make sure to bring them by for you tomorrow." Nothing too different or drastic really, but a few countries that were more reluctant about Autobot presence were more willing to allow them around should there be a Decepticon attack. Their presence here on Earth was exciting to some but scary to others, understandable really.

But they could discuss that later.

Optimus squeezed at the hands in his grip, the corners of his optics upturned to hint at the smile that hid under his battle mask. He laughed at the terribly corny line and bent down just enough to look more directly into the bright blue visor.

"Well, I'm glad you find our friendship to be such a gift." His tone started playful but then a more sincere note made it's way into his voice. "I know I already said so, but I missed you a lot while I was away. We speak every single day, I've grown so used to that it was strange to be without you to talk to."

[daringherring]

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The glovebox isn’t a place he’d think was very sensitive to the touch, but when it was Jazz doing the touching like that it seemed every spot could be sensitive. He felt every little poke and prod of the digits, every small caress of the palms, even the pressure of the bumper that was practically sitting itself in his front seat when the other boy leaned in.

Jazz knew exactly what he was doing so the Prime didn’t bother to try and suppress the impatient rumbles and revs his engine gave off. Being in his alt mode was interesting but also frustrating, he couldn’t do much to reciprocate the affection he was receiving. It was very tempting to just transform back to his robot mode so he could grab and hold onto the other frame, maybe try kissing him again….But he’d be good and just wait, so long as Jazz didn’t take too long to hang that little air freshener that is.

Jazz does know exactly what he’s doing, but the feedback on his performance is very much appreciated; he’s doing this more for Optimus’ edification than his own, after all, and it’s really only fun as long as his friend is enjoying it. Thankfully, the wordless rumble of that engine is a clear indication of Optimus’ approval.

The simmering impatience rolling off the truck in waves is also clear. Jazz chuckles and gets on with it; he extracts himself from Optimus’ cab for long enough to flip out a knife and cut a slit in the new freshener’s protective plastic film. The new scent–sweeter than the banana but not as overpoweringly strong–wafts out immediately, and Jazz finds himself suddenly encouraged not to linger: all joking aside, he doesn’t really want to get the scented oils on himself.

That doesn’t stop him from leaning a little more heavily on Optimus’ frame than necessary, of course, nor from letting his fingers caress teasingly around the edges of Optimus’ mirror as he slides the elastic string into place. And then, finally, he leans back and pats the door Optimus has obligingly left open for him.

“There you go, Prime. All done!” he pronounces, and if his hand has strayed back around to slide under the door latch again… well, who could blame him? Optimus is just so much fun to tease.

[truck-dad]

He knew Jazz well and the bot could at point read him like a book. It was great for communication, without having to say a word he understood what the Prime wanted or needed...Though unfortunately it also meant he had a very good idea of how to play and tease the leader.

Thankfully the talented digits were merciful, though still leaving strokes and caresses he did at least pick up the pace. Finally the little paper fruit was in place and Optimus was free to do as he pleased. He hesitated a moment, savoring the touch on his door before reversing a few feet and transforming back to his tall, broad robot mode. The rush of moving parts wafting the new scent through the air.

"Hmm...This one smells very nice. Thank you, Jazz." He chuckled. "I wish I had known you were going to give me a gift, I would of tried to bring you something back from my trip other than new treaties and paperwork to look at."

[skellingtonatyourservice]

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[daringherring]

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“That’s true-” Optimus tried to think of something else to say, to continue the conversation but feeling fingers run against his door handle stole the words right out of his mouth.

It’s not like he hasn’t had someone rooting around his cab before, both human and bot. It wasn’t that unfamiliar but… Something about Jazz’s touches were very different, his finger tips felt electric, sending shockwaves through his plating, up his circuits and rendering his processor to a mere mess of static. He couldn’t help the second rev that rumbled through his engine.

“What?..” He had gotten so caught up he’d barely registered that Jazz was speaking to him. “Oh! Uh yes, I’d like to keep it. Maybe just leave it in my glovebox for now.”

It’s entirely expected that Optimus would want to keep the old one; it had been a gift from Carly, after all, and even if that hadn’t been the case Jazz imagines that Optimus’ sentimentality would have him holding on to his very first car freshener. Still, the specific instructions have a mischievous grin spreading over Jazz’s face that he doesn’t even try to contain.

“Glovebox it is,” he says agreeably, and presses himself even closer to his friend’s big frame so he can reach all the way across to the glovebox on the passenger’s side. He fiddles with the latch briefly, then pops it open and drops the banana scented freshener inside.

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[truck-dad]

The glovebox isn't a place he'd think was very sensitive to the touch, but when it was Jazz doing the touching like that it seemed every spot could be sensitive. He felt every little poke and prod of the digits, every small caress of the palms, even the pressure of the bumper that was practically sitting itself in his front seat when the other boy leaned in.

Jazz knew exactly what he was doing so the Prime didn't bother to try and suppress the impatient rumbles and revs his engine gave off. Being in his alt mode was interesting but also frustrating, he couldn't do much to reciprocate the affection he was receiving. It was very tempting to just transform back to his robot mode so he could grab and hold onto the other frame, maybe try kissing him again....But he'd be good and just wait, so long as Jazz didn't take too long to hang that little air freshener that is.

[truck-dad]

💖 (operation-annihilation)

"Uh..." Cute isn't something he would relate to any decepticons really. "I guess...I agree with your choice in face-wear?"

[truck-dad]

💖

"Well, there's a lot about you I like but as for cutest feature I'd have to say these." Optimus poked at the little nubs on Jazz's helm.

[musesgonnamuse]

Send “💖” and my muse will admit something they find cute about yours.

[doorwings]

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“Well I can’t say I envy him, there are times when being large comes in handy but also many things that being a bot of a shorter stature would be helpful.” Particularly when it comes to interacting with the people of Earth, but even back on base there are times it wouldn’t be so bad to be a bit smaller.

“Are humans also larger where you’re from? They usually average to about-” Optimus knelt and lowered his hand towards the ground to demonstrate how tall humans usually ranged. “About to here usually.”

He watched the little Prime stoop down to guesstimate a fairly average human height. The little organics could be taller or shorter but— “That looks about the same to me. We seem to simply be taller where I come from. Interesting.“

“Interesting.” Optimus stood back up to his normal height. So not everything was larger but Cybertronians were.

“Well, it’s a nice change of pace looking forward at someone instead of down.” He chuckled. “I’d like to know more about your universe, if I may.”

It was interesting and it had him wondering about Cybertron itself. Was it smaller here? Or did everyone just have more space?

“You may.“ He offered a small smile. “I’m unsure what the differences may be—Earth is relatively the same though the date is different. What in particular do you wish to know?“ He saw no harm in sharing.

[truck-dad]

"The date? Could it be that your universe is more close to ours than I originally thought? Just far in it's future." Well that wouldn't explain the height thing, unless the future holds an unusually large growth spurt for himself and his Autobots. "Are the Decepticons larger as you are?"

[dizzydiodes]

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“Hm…I see.” Bumblebee usually knew about every little thing that was going on and would eagerly talk about them with someone who asked. Perhaps it really had jsut been a very quiet, uneventful time while be was gone though.

Optimus was about to speak up again when an alert flashed over the screen.

:Decepticon activity found. Blitzwing & Astrotrain spotted in Aspen Colorado causing havoc at a nearby wood and skii resort.::

“Seems the lull is over. Shall we gather some of the others and roll out?”

The interruption of the alert is almost welcome. Bumblebee didn’t think he could fake a conversation with Optimus much longer anyone.

“Somethings tell me they’re not just looking to hit the slopes,” he quips and gets to his feet. “Are you sure you want my help, Optimus? I don’t mind if you just need me to stay here and watch Headquarters.”

[truck-dad]

Wasn't exactly how he planned to spend his first day back, but he'd be lying if he said he hadn't missed the excitment a little while gone.

"I think you're right!" Optimus was about to comm for a few other Autobots to join them when Bumblebee made another, very unlike him remark. Stay at HQ? He usually hated when he was asked to do that and jumped at the chance to come along on these sorts or things.

The Prime paused, he wanted to question the little spy about this but there were obviously more pressing matters at hand right now.

"I would like and appreciate your help, Bumblebee but...If you feel you are not in a good condition to fight, I'm not going to force you either." A large blue servo reached out to grip the black square shoulder. Optimus always sounded sincere, but making the worry that laced along with it in his tone was impossible. "It's your choice. I'm going to inform Prowl and a few others of the situation before I head out, if you want to join me meet me at the base entrance in five. "

With that the Prime stood and went to do as he said; he hoped that Bee would change his mind and come along, but if he really was feeling off the battlefield isn't a place he should be.

[daringherring]

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“You both do seem to be very good at it.” He’ll agree to that, though most of the time they have good reason for the ‘ruckus’. It was a good way of keeping spirits high when things were dull, though there were times when its certainly gotten out of hand. Ironhide challenging ever bot on base to try and knock him over was one one of those times, it was all fun and games until Brawn wrestled him clear through the rec room wall.

His train of thought was brought back to the matter at hand when Jazz moved, making a reach for the little paper object. He handed it over.

“O-oh..right here? Right now?” The Prime looked around the room, there was enough space of course (if he didn’t have his trailer) but even so. He was about to protest when one look into the blue visor, that play gleam in it, had him pretty much convinced. “…Well, alright.”

Optimus stood up, turning to grab the chair he was seated in before and carefully move it out of the way. With that the leader had a step back before the loud sound of transformation filled the room, parts moving and folding until there he sat in alt mode. The truck looked less large without the big grey trailer lugging behind him, just the empty flatbed attached to his cab.

“You’ll have to remove the old one first.” His driver’s side door opened up.

Here and now indeed. Jazz can’t think of a single good reason to wait any longer–to replace Optimus’ car freshener, that is. Anything else… well, that all depends on Optimus.

“We have a lot of practice,” he chuckles. “Someone’s gotta keep the troops entertained!”

Hopping off his own chair as Optimus transforms, Jazz circles around to the driver’s side. His hand trails casually across the flat panel of the open door, fingers sliding briefly under the latch of the handle before he kneels to peer up into his friend’s cab. He reaches inside and, with an experimental tug on the hanging banana-scented freshener, finds that the string holding it in place has a good deal of stretch to it.

“You got it, Prime,” he says. “Here it comes!”

Strictly speaking, he doesn’t need to lean in closer so his bumper presses up against the seats inside Prime’s cab, and he doesn’t need to caress his hand over the wide back of Optimus’ mirror as he slips the old freshener off… but if his friend is interested in having Jazz’s hands up under his plating, Jazz is more than happy to cater to those desires.

“You wanna keep this, or toss it out?”

[truck-dad]

"That's true-" Optimus tried to think of something else to say, to continue the conversation but feeling fingers run against his door handle stole the words right out of his mouth.

It's not like he hasn't had someone rooting around his cab before, both human and bot. It wasn't that unfamiliar but... Something about Jazz's touches were very different, his finger tips felt electric, sending shockwaves through his plating, up his circuits and rendering his processor to a mere mess of static. He couldn't help the second rev that rumbled through his engine.

"What?.." He had gotten so caught up he'd barely registered that Jazz was speaking to him. "Oh! Uh yes, I'd like to keep it. Maybe just leave it in my glovebox for now."