"I like your hair the length it is," Jake points out, finally forcing himself to sit up so he can shuffle around on the mattress until he's perched on his knees behind Cougar so he can finger-comb his hair out of his face. It's sweaty, and a little dirty, but Jake barely notices as he nimbly twists it out of Cougar's face and close together to keep it neat and tidy.

"Are you going to sleep after this?" he asks pointedly, tugging lightly on the hair he's got threaded between his fingers as he braids. "I know it's bright, but don't think I haven't noticed you've completely fucked your sleep schedule."