When Cougar smacks the back of his head, Jake lets out a wounded, petulant noise. "What was that for?" he protests, pouting.

When Cougar returns with his glasses, though, Jake lets out a soft sigh and lets him slide them back on his face, one hand lifting to gently touch Cougar's elbow as he forces him to tip his head back so he could see the damage he's done. "It's fine, Cougs," he assures him. "I've had worse shaving."

Cougar's follow-up question has him glaring, though, huffing a mad noise out of his noise. "Well, I guess it's a good thing I'm not going to be fathering any children anytime soon," he gripes. "God, how many knees do you have?"