When Jake is close enough, Cougar reaches out to yank him the rest of the way with a leg before he relents and lets him go, holding up a spoon of mashed potatoes like it's normal to have to feed your teammate who forgets to do it for himself.

With Jake, that is the truth. "Eat," is all he says, his other hand pressing flat and cool to Jake's neck to test his temperature. It's come down, he's fine, but he doubts that he'll actually feel it for a little, so better to eat something first.