A fresh wave of "WHAT THE FUCK" hits Jeff as he enters the kitchen and comes face to face with his own, well, face again. But it's quick, a reflexive jolt as his brain tries to process something uncanny, before it remembers: that's right, Raylan looks like you. It's gonna take some getting used to.

He wonders if it's the same for Raylan, and his poker face is just a lot better than Jeff's-- wait, he doesn't need to speculate on that. Of course he has a better poker face than Jeff, it's like the lowest bar there is.

Still, even if he's visibly startled for a moment, it passes quick enough, and Jeff tries to play it cool and casual with a smile.

"Thanks, man. Seriously. For everything." He pours a cup, then looks at Raylan for a beat, seeming to study him, before-- well. Remember that hug that was on the horizon?

"Can I give you a hug?"

Here it comes.