Laughter's infectious, and once Tim starts, Jeff's doing it, too. Only it's more like... a giggle? Which isn't the sound he intends to make, but it's the one that comes out, anyway. He always worries it makes him sound a little, like, uncontrolled. Unhinged. Un-- whatever. Tim's seen him actually seek out delusions before, with the reflections, and he's still here. So that's something, right?

It means he really likes him.

Fuck, he's got that goofy, giddy smile again. Is he getting a teeny tiny bit warm? No, it's the tequila.

"Thanks." Jeff swings his legs over the side and sits up, making room for Tim if he wants to get on the couch proper. "I, um." He reaches out and tugs at the hem of Tim's jacket. "That's a nice jacket. You look smart." A beat. "Like handsome-smart."

Jesus christ. Even if Jeff's cringing on the inside, he plays it off like he just said a very cool thing and this is how normal people flirt, and takes another drink of Red Bull.

"I want you to stick around. And--" He points a finger at Tim, like this makes it all very serious and official. "--I'll feed you and everything."