"Breakfast," is all he says evenly, still not moving as he takes stock in the situation. He's still wondering what to do, thinking of Julie's words to be patient, but he's not good at patient. He tugs at Jake's too big t-shirt, pulling it off when he sees the syrup stain, thinking that if nothing else, he will make sure Jake knows how much Cougar loves him.

He reaches for a tank top, sliding into it before turning it into a smooth motion, forearms on his knees. "I want to talk about what you want. What you really want, Jake. Not what you think I do."