"Maybe," Tim says back, and he pointedly ignores every look Cougar sends his way. He's busy. He has to be certain that there's nobody else in the house before he can settle down. Not that he's going to be doing much settling tonight. Probably, he's going to sit with his back to a wall and a weapon of sorts in his hand, waiting for something to happen. It's a miracle this hasn't turned into a full blown PTSD episode for him. It could be much worse, really.

"I'm not tryin' to crawl anywhere." He sounds exasperated, looking up to where Cougar's dropped himself onto the couch. For a second, he swears there's something darker and more malicious looming in the other man's expression but he blinks once, twice, and it's gone. "You're lookin' to get yourself hit again, aren't you?"