Cougar really is like a big cat; standoffish, aloof, fiercely protective of things he deems his, and secretly a hedonist. Jake can appreciate those qualities, though.

He will not appreciate his handiwork being destroyed just because Cougar wants more petting, though.

Squeezing his shoulders between his knees, Jake lets Cougar get comfortable and then cards his fingers through his sleep-mussed hair, combing it back out of his face. Before he gets going, he leans down and presses a quick kiss to the crown of his head, hiding his smile in Cougar's hair, and then sets to work, sectioning the hair he's going to braid and starting to weave it together. "You should totally do that," he agrees absently, fingers moving swiftly and confidently the way they used to over his keyboards. "You'll look like a Mexican Little Mermaid or something, combing your hair with a fork."