If Jeff were a more responsible adult, he would feel so ashamed for being in this totally pathetic, clearly hungover state in front of a teenager. But the whole concept of shame feels like a distant memory at this point, which is why Jeff responds to that helpful offer with, "Do they make tomato juice for the soul? I think... I think that's what I need."

Fuck.

Okay, nevermind, he can still feel shame. Jeff winces and then tries to cover it up with a smile-- no, wait, that's a grimace.

"Just kidding."

Smooth. He's totally convincing.