Commence petting. Jeff won't even hesitate now that he knows it's welcome and wanted. Fuck, he could use this, too. His hand moves easily, fingers brushing through the hairs on the spider's back.

"Oh..." Jeff grimaces. He's never felt that kind of closeness, that kind of love for one person, let alone two. For him, love has always been a fleeting thing. Intense, and sincere, under neon lights, his head fuzzy with magic and drugs, music thrumming all around and inside him, but then...

Then he wakes up, he goes back to his life, and he leaves behind a fond, shallow memory.

"That's... Yeah. That's a lot to process." Cool way of saying nothing, Jeff. But he feels so out of his league, trying to help someone understand something as big as this. "Fuck, man. I'm sorry. It must've felt like a sick fucking joke..." The dinner, he means. Not the dream.