Jeff pretty much clings to Bash as he's being carried, nuzzling his face against him in some attempt at making his world smaller, and smaller. Like if he wills it, he can drown out Duplicity and all the bullshit around them, and pretend it's just the two of them.

He can't help it. Even with as low as he's feeling, he still laughs at the comment.

"Nooo. I don't like food," he declares, his voice somewhat muffled. It's a nonsense declaration, the kind that only a drunk could deliver with complete confidence. After a beat, he lifts his head and looks at Bash with a grin. "Are we there yet?"