It feels like the greatest relief to hold Bash, and be held, and to know, to have it confirmed, that he exists. As long as Bash's arms are around him, he can't float off into nothingness again. Jeff nods against him, opens his mouth to say something, but only manages a pitiful, hiccuping sob at first. It takes him a few moments before he can finally speak.

"I'm-- I was gone, and I don't-- I don't remember--" There's too much he's trying to say, and he can't stop tripping over his words, and fuck, it's hard to stop, but he needs to take a breath. Just. Breathe.

He sniffs, and in a small voice, he finally asks, "What happened?"

He's already dreading the answer.