Jacob & Sage
On some level Jacob knew it was an impossible thing to ask, they were so much alike and Jacob was awful at asking for help. He'd spent a lot of time cooped up by himself, either smoking pot or reeling on some other drug, just to numb his mind and stop thinking about Point Pleasant, and now he was back here and actually happy. It was a bit of a whiplash to think about how much had changed but he also didn't really like to think about the before. But Sage was in that place now and he felt powerless to help him so all he could do was offer to be there. "Don't let anyone else hurt you either," he murmured before smiling slyly. "Unless you're into that." It was easier to joke about kink and sex than it was to talk about mental health and he doubted Sage wanted to dwell on that issue either.
The joke pulled Sage out of his thoughts, immediately bringing an amused smile to his lips. “Depends,” he grinned. “Not lately. Unless wanting someone to hold you really tight counts.” It sounded funny, but Sage thought that might actually make him feel safe. Big arms wrapped around him, almost protecting him, even from himself. He knew it wasn’t that simple, especially since most of his ghosts these days were mental, but he found the thought settling. Sage shook his head though, aware of how insane that was. No one could tackle these problems but himself. “You’re gonna give me good dreams tonight,” he nudged Jacob with a laugh. “I dunno if I should thank you or throttle you.” He hadn’t thought this much about sex in months, since before Christmas even. It was probably just because he was drunk, and Jacob stirred up so many interesting conversation topics, but Sage suspected they’d stick in his head the rest of the night, even once he crawled into bed.
"I'd enjoy both," Jacob said with a smirk, glancing at some of the people around them as dirty thoughts of his own filled his head. "And you don't need kink to be hugged, I'll squeeze the crap out of you anytime, just name it." He meant that too, he loved hugging people and he'd done more than hug Sage since he got home even if it had all just been drunken fun and platonic pleasure. He knew it wasn't the same as an actual boyfriend though - or girlfriend, since Sage went both ways - but it was better than nothing.
Sage tittered and shook his head at Jacob, able to fully visualize both in the blink of an eye. It was kind of weird to have that part of his brain on without an outlet, left to roam free and fantasize at will. It brought his own unrealized kinks closer to the surface, leaving him with desires he didn’t fully understand, but remained curious about. “We should have a cuddle party,” he snickered. “Maybe you can squeeze all the darkness out of me.” It wasn’t the same, but that was alright by Sage. He’d take what he could get these days and he probably needed comfort more than kink anyways.