Jeff looks around helplessly for a moment, as if he can find some escape from the imminent dad-ing, but he can't, so he finally flops his skinny butt on the couch, dropping his bag of dirty clothes at his feet.

Fiiiiiine.

"I'm fine, Gil, I swear." It's a half-hearted protest, though, but he's not really sure what else to say. His own parents were always pretty easy to shake, so this? It's new.