Jeff's feeling a little nervous, too. Nervous and excited? Hey, he always loves meeting new people, and he knows Bash really likes Keith, which means he'll probably like Keith, and the thought of potentially, maybe, possibly growing their... household? Contract-circle? Whatever you want to call it, it sends giddy little butterflies flitting around his stomach. He actually wants a... whatever you'd call another submissive. Sibling-sub?

But, of course, there's always the chance that Keith will think he's weird, or Jeff will somehow ruin things and scare the dude off. Or Bash will see the two of them here, side by side, and he can't help but compare, and then he'll realize just how fucked up Jeff is, and how much he doesn't stack up, and how he might be better off sending him on his way once their contract's up so he doesn't have to deal with a sub who needs to check in to prove he's eating and sleeping like any functional adult can already do without hand holding and and and--

Oh there's the door. Jeff pops up off the couch, looking as comfy as Bash in a pair of salmon-colored sweat shorts and an oversized hoodie, only partially zipped up, that looks like it's been (fashionably) spattered with vibrant paint. He's a colorful creature. He grins brightly and cheerfully when they come into the room, waving at Keith.

"Hey! Pizza's here. I don't know what you like on your pizza, but there's a few, so, um. There's options. Like... pineapple? I like pineapple. A lot of people don't, but that's 'cause they're assholes. I mean, not that you're an asshole, if you don't like it, um--"

Okay, maybe he's more nervous than he thought.