Jeff's got a smile on his face, sweet and relaxed and beatific, as he looks up at the "stars" on the ceiling, then shifts his gaze to look at Bash. The delighted look on the other man's face makes his insides go all gooey, and he's just purely happy for one moment. However low he was feeling earlier, this is the exact opposite of that.

How long has it been since he's felt... light like this? It won't last. It never does. But at least he can forget about the bullshit of his life, just for a little bit.

Jeff rests a hand on Bash's chest, drumming his fingers lazily.

"I do this whenever I wanna see the stars." It's a habit he had even back home. LA's night sky didn't exactly offer a clear look at the cosmos. Of course, the Down's even worse. There's not even a sky here. "Most of my magic's like this. Um... lights and fluff."