Jeff isn't looking for Cecil, which is probably why he happens to find Cecil when others keep on just-missing him.

Or, rather, Jeff's stray ball finds him. It doesn't hit Cecil, but it comes pretty close, careening way off from the makeshift volleyball court.

"Fuck-- My bad, dude," he chirps, jogging on over to Cecil. He smiles, a little too wide and sharp, but totally harmless. Totally. "I've got the worst aim."