Jeff's quiet for a moment, feeling weirdly chastened by the response. If they had hooked up while he was this drunk, he's not so sure if he would've felt taken advantage of, which... What the fuck does that say about him?

"Yeah," he says softly, like he totally agrees with the sentiment.

Now, time to move on from that, before he accidentally falls into a pit of gloomy self reflection.

"Thanks. Sorry for, uh, crashing in your room." He rubs his eyes again and starts to move off the bed, even though the very moment sends a wave of head spinning nausea through him. Ugh. He better not puke...

"I just got here, so I don't really know my way around yet. It totally won't happen again, man."