"Straight guys wear pink!" Jake protests, forgetting his nerves for a moment in the rush of indignation at such strict gender roles. "And it was Beth's team!" He'd wear pretty much anything on a t-shirt to support his niece, a hot pink shirt with a big flower on the front is small change.

Jake Jensen has been called both a genius and a complete moron, but he doesn't have to be either to figure out what Cougar is saying right now.

Yes, this is all coming as a surprise, and part of him wants to wander off somewhere to process this, but he knows Cougar well enough to know that if he leaves, Cougar is going to dig himself into a giant pit of Catholic guilt and self-recrimination that will be next to impossible to haul him out of later. So. No running away to process. Time to process on the fly.

"You aren't a boyfriend at all," he points out, a little dazed. "I had no idea you even liked men in general, let alone liked me." Which is still fucking crazy to think about. He sighs, cradling the puppy up to his chest, letting it lick at his chin and wriggle even more in his arms. "So you want me, huh?" He likes to think he's handling this well, all things considered.