"Oh, umm..." Dragged out, like he's stalling for time, trying to come up with some excuse why he'd rather stay here and continue to pretend he's fine, when he's definitely not fine, because even a fake-ass magic show for kids is starting to fuck with his head.

"I don't usually-- fuck, I'm not--" Not what? He doesn't even know what lie he wants to say. Jeff runs his fingers through his hair, just for the sake of getting at least some of his fidgety energy out, and nods. "Yeah," he breathes out. "Okay."

Lead the way.