Wow, dude, how can you make a promise not to murder him sound so insulting at the same time? Jeff frowns, looking truly wounded, and even more pitiful than before, which is kind of an accomplishment.

"I'm not... worth killing?"

Not that he wants to be killed, but hey, rejection hurts.

Oh, wait, the big guy also made some helpful offers.

"Um. I don't... No doctors." Then he nods and tries to offer a smile. "Bread's good. Maybe I won't puke up bread."