The fact that he's not laughing along with Jeff is... unsurprising, because why should he find any humor in Jeff's big joke of a life? Not like he knows what's going on. Still, it's a little sobering, and suddenly Jeff's all too aware of how he's coming across. He glances down, tugging at the hem of his shirt with nervous, fidgety fingers, as a wave of self consciousness rolls over him.

"I dunno. Probably." He shrugs. "Everyone needs help, right? You need help, don't you?"