Tim allows Cougar to pass, taking care to make sure there's a reasonable amount of distance between them. Logically, somewhere in the back of his mind, he's aware that this is ridiculous. He's being ridiculous. But the more immediate part of him just can't fucking help it — he swears there are things lurking in the shadows, he swears everyone he's come across tonight has had some other agenda.

He huffs, surveying the porch one last time before stepping inside. He debates for a moment, trying to decide if he wants to keep things shut out, or avoid shutting himself inside with Cougar. Eventually, he decides the latter is less dangerous, and lets the door fall closed. It's dark inside, and Tim stays near the door while he's eyes adjust to the dim lighting. Cougar's within sight, perched on the kitchen counter, and Tim's moving towards the living room to check out the rest of the house, as if he thinks someone else might be in there.

"Didn't anybody ever teach you it's impolite to put your ass on other people's counters?"