Jake may not get the touching, but Cougar does, and he gets more of it in his favourite place. He loves when people touch his hair, thread their fingers into it and scratch and scrub at the scalp. He might have aborted their impromptu hands-on session, but in exchange, he's going to get Jake's hands all over his hair. "You can do anything," he allows, as if he isn't planning to fuck it up at least once, so Jake will have to redo it.

He gracefully drops himself in between Jake's knees, shoving back so he can lean his back and get comfortable. "Maybe I'll let it grow," he warns. "Scraggly and silver and long, to my waist."