Cougar presses his lips together and yanks his hand out of Jake's when he gets called an idiot and by his first name, too. "Don't use my name here," he snaps. "And no, not an idiot," he replies, turning away from Jake so he can hug the edge of the bed with his lean body, brain starting to buzz again with that familiar edge.

"Realist," he says, gesturing to himself. "Optimistic idiot," he accuses, pointing at Jake.