Cougar rolls his eyes. "Good thing you're not dead," he retorts, feeling snippy and annoyed, maybe because he's started to imagine a world where maybe Jake is and he doesn't like it at all. He pushes at him, but grimaces when his hand just goes through.

Inhaling sharply, he reminds himself to look at logic. "Tell me what happened," he insists. "If you're dead, how?" he demands bluntly, because if he can't say, then Jake is not dead.