Jake rolls his chair closer to the bed before giving up and lifting himself out of it to go sit down beside Cougar, reaching for the hoop frame of the cross stitch and holding it reverently in his hands as he looks down at the colorful pattern.

"Holy shit, this is beautiful," he says quietly, carefully tracing the letters of the phrase. It's kind of an odd thing to embroider, and he frowns down at the fabric in his hands. "What do you think he meant? Did it come with a letter?"

Cougar's question gets an offended look. "Please. I never pegged you as insecure."