[For now Jeff seems perfectly fine with the little guy hanging around (and the stag, harhar). It's not entirely unlike having a dog or a cat around, except it's a stag, and made of shadows or something, and also on his table. But whatever. It's Will's and it doesn't seem to be causing any damage or harm so it can stay for now.]

You don't suck, Will. [Said in an ever suffering tone, and perhaps just a tinge of guilt at that possibly relating to the Will mocking he'd shared publicly with a certain someone.] You've managed to arrive at a new world and start a genuine family. You've done in a year what I've not managed to do in forty. You've got a home, a fantastic wife that I'd totally bone- no offence-, dogs, raccoons, actual friends. You've learnt to commit and you've aced it. I mean you got the whole deal. You're literally the least sucky guy I know.

[And just maybe Jeff's a little bit jealous of it all. He can barely even manage the concept of commitment, never mind a lasting relationship, dogs, a house and friends that actually care about him.]