"Cougs, I..." Jake flounders, at a loss for words. Which, as anyone who knows him knows, is a rarity.
He scrambles to his feet when Cougar backs away, feeling like he can't let this moment slip through his grasp but not knowing what to do about it. Cougar, famous for being non-communicative at best, has shockingly not given him much to work with. And what he has said could, technically, be taken strictly platonically. Jake could be reading too much into all of this, his idle wishful fantasies, quickly suppressed, bubbling up to the surface to fuck up his best and closest friendship.
The emotional whiplash between Cougar being pissy a minute ago and the way Cougar is smiling at him now is also disorienting.
"W-what did you read?" he asks, shuffling a little bit closer seemingly without realizing it, his hands flexing at his sides like he wants to reach out but is too afraid.
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He scrambles to his feet when Cougar backs away, feeling like he can't let this moment slip through his grasp but not knowing what to do about it. Cougar, famous for being non-communicative at best, has shockingly not given him much to work with. And what he has said could, technically, be taken strictly platonically. Jake could be reading too much into all of this, his idle wishful fantasies, quickly suppressed, bubbling up to the surface to fuck up his best and closest friendship.
The emotional whiplash between Cougar being pissy a minute ago and the way Cougar is smiling at him now is also disorienting.
"W-what did you read?" he asks, shuffling a little bit closer seemingly without realizing it, his hands flexing at his sides like he wants to reach out but is too afraid.