Luckily, Jeff makes a pretty good big spoon. He may have a slight figure, but he's a long boy, and he gives hugs like a koala. Once Bash settles in, he even pulls the blankets over them, like a little nest. Just the two of them, tuning the rest of the bullshit and misery out.

"Yeah." It comes out soft as a sigh, but there's some sense of certainty in Jeff's voice. He doesn't think he'd be able to pull himself back up from... anything, really, on his own, but at least with Bash... A lot more seems possible. And he can only do his best to try and give Bash the same feeling of security, even if he doubts himself and his own abilities.

He kisses the top of Bash's head. "And anyway, I mean... I wouldn't trade you for all the fair things in the world."

Even if they do deserve a goddamn break from the suck.