[ With the cat climbing all over him-- and his very bare, totally vulnerable skin-- Jeff tries to tend to his DYING BOYFRIEND. ]

Peter, hey-- ow! Soots!

[ Jeff lets out a sharp whistle and gestures at the door, sending the lights dancing out into the living room, Soots chasing after them. ]

Well. Okay... So. Cat attack and exacerbated injuries aside... I swear... magic isn't always a disaster.