Cougar remains where he is on the arm of the chair, but he unearths the bag of pop rocks from his pocket and sets his hat down on the chair. Giving the bag a little shake, he hands it over to Credence, trying not to let the memories of the helicopter into his vision. Credence is young, one of the younger people here, and matched up with the lightning, it had made him scared.

Scared that he was going to lose someone else and couldn't do anything about it. Being here, seeing him with his own two eyes, it helps. "Gift," is all he says, settling it in Credence's hand and closing his fingers over it.