Jake had been teammates with Roque for years, he's used to the relationship between his head and shoulders being threatened regularly. Maybe not quite so seriously, but this isn't the first time he's had a knife whipped out at him.

"Yell at me later," he wheezes, blinking myopically up at Cougar in the near-dark. He's functionally blind at the best of times without his glasses, but in the middle of the night? He's lucky he didn't slam his shin into the bedframe and add to his collection of injuries. "Shut up now before you wake Veronica." If he hasn't already.