Frowning, Jake taps Cougar's rips sharply with his fingertips, a blunt pressure that should reverberate through his chest in an effort to snap him out of this. The last thing he wants to do is reminisce about Bolivia right now.

"Shh," he soothes, his voice gentle the way he gets when he's talking his niece down from a nightmare. "Just go back to sleep." Gently, he presses his hand to Cougar's ribs in time with his breathing, touching him like he's a pair of bellows he's trying to manipulate.