"That's what I've been saying," he agrees languidly as Cougar starts to snip, leaning back into the cradle of Cougars' legs and tipping his head up briefly to give him a tender smile that belies his words completely.

"Hey." He twists, pulling away from the scissors for a moment, and reaches out with a palm to touch the side of the skin-colored blob that is Cougar's face. "Thanks." He's been complaining about his hair for days, idly, not expecting Cougar to do anything about it. Even though he's an irritable bastard, and hasn't been sleeping — don't think he hasn't noticed, Carlos — Jake is still very, very grateful for him.