This is why he's sabotaged the CD player in Pooch's vans, cars, and buses about four times just to stop this, but it had done nothing to silence Jake's struggling hobby as a singer in his spare time, and it's not that he minds it most of the time, but most of the time, he isn't coming out of an unsatisfying nap, so he's scowling a little.

He still leans into the peck, even if he ducks away from the grab at his hair when Jake goes for some of the curls that have been frizzing up in the humidity. "You left," he accuses, because he'd had a warm body at least for a little while, whether it had been the dog or Jake, Cougar had been too out of it to know. Yawning, he reaches for one of his long-sleeve shirts to tug it on. "If you take requests, how about a classic," he asks with a smirk, settling on one of the steps to watch.

"Nostalgic," he says, with a shrug by way of explanation. "Journey."