Cougar's fingers raking over the sensitive skin just below his ass as he grabs his boxers has him jumping slightly, startled by the sudden contact. So startled, that he lets himself be hauled back against the sniper's body, yanked into a just as surprising hug. Cougar rarely initiates any physical contact between the two of them, just tolerates Jake hanging off him with more grace than anyone else would.

"You know, you're really not making me feel better about being stuck here," he jokes quietly, allowing himself to return Cougar's hug.

He sighs. "Yeah, like KP. That's all I'm capable of out here. Can't grow anything, can't cook for shit, don't know how to build... But I can wash dishes."