"Oh. I'm in line?" Jeff looks around, as if this is news to him, then laughs and takes a step to the side. Look at him, so gracious and cooperative!

It's hard to say if Jeff's smiling now because Tim admitted to being glad to see him (well, see him in a state of okay-ness, which isn't quite the same as being happy to see him, period), or because Tim just called him an idiot. It's Jeff, so. You know. He accepts both as a love language. He reaches out, as if to take Tim's hand, before figuring it'll just get swatted away, and touches the collar of the other boy's jacket instead, giving it an affectionate, familiar tug.

"I'm okay. I'm--" He hums in thought, searching for the word. "I'm golden, man." But. His smile fades, and his brows furrow, looking... a little confused, or maybe concerned, or confused over his own concern, or whatever. "You disappeared."