Sometimes, usually when Cougar leans over to kiss him all languid and slow like this, Jake is so pathetically grateful for this hellhole of a village, he doesn't even know how to articulate it. It's possible that he and Cougar might have found their way together like this if they had remained topside, as it were, but he doubts it would have been easy, or quick. He hasn't touched a laptop in almost a year, and he has no idea how his family is doing, but at least he has his best friend, willing to put up with him and kiss him whenever he asks for it.

"I'm going to need my glasses for that," he points out, not making much of a move to extricate himself from his position on Cougar's lap.