Sage had done his best not to wake up the other kid when he moved, but apparently Jackson was a lighter sleeper than he'd expected him to be. He threw him a glance when he spoke up, muttering and apology to him about waking him up. "just putting more wood on the fire," he noted calmly. "everything's fine," he added, poking around the fire for a while.

He eventually moved to come back over to Jackson and plop down next to him again, rather cold by then. So he curled up against the taller boys side again with a sort of huff of air coming from his nose. He was tired, but not incredibly so ....or maybe he was and he was just used to it. He wasn't sure. Either way, the night had been surprisingly ok for being stuck out here. Things could have easily been much worse, but they were alright.

Sage practically melted into Jackson when he felt his arms go around him and the air instantly heat up. "hell yeah I'm cold, it's freezing out here," he huffed dramatically. That was rather typical of him....he was always cold, even if it was like 70 degrees or something out, he'd still be in a hoodie and sweatpants.

He glanced up at Jackson when he mentioned sleeping, drawing his lip into his mouth to know at it, debating if that was a wise decision. "are you sure," he asked, cocking his head slightly. "you didn't sleep for very long." Jackson insisted though, and he sort of figured he should get a little bit of rest in case something did happen. "Wake me if anything seems weird, yeah," he finally asked with a sigh before letting himself relax against Jackson. He passed out pretty quickly after that, curled up against his chest like some sort of little kid. He probably looked like one too....when he was asleep and his features softened he didn't look quite so....old and weathered, if that made any sense.

Sage stayed asleep rather well...it was quite surprising actually, how little the nightmares plagued him. He wondered if it was because he was just so tired, or if it was because he just felt safe where he was at. Or something different. He wasn't sure, but he appreciated a decent sleep.

Once the sun started to rise, the light woke him and he shifted slightly, squinting at the sun and then burying his face into Jackson with a groan. "fuckin hate the mornings," he grumbled, still half asleep and definitely not all there quite yet. He'd get there eventually...but he'd never been a morning person. Even as a kid he'd complain about waking up. Nothing changed there, aside from his language choices. That was somewhat amusing. But he was warm and safe and he had no reason to actually get up.

Sage sort of groaned and shook his head in response to Jackson's comment, muttering a few more rather crude things about the mornings as he ran a tired hand over his face, squinting up at the sun to try and gauge what time it was.

He shook his head when Jackson apologized, not really minding. It was warm enough with the sun up, after all, and the way Jackson seemed to constantly be dry heaving he didn't mind him leaning away if he was gonna throw up.

He sort of moved to stretch after a while, sighing softly once he'd moved to lean back against the rock they'd been against, slowly waking up as time passed.

(no worries! Just keep yourself as well as possible :) )

Sage shrugged in reponse to Jackson's comment, running a tired hand down his face in an attempt to wipe away the grogginess that always seemed to linger with him once he was up. "Well, it's best to stay on one place," he mused. "Easier for them to find us," he added with a shrug. "And keep the fire smoldering enough to be smokey." That was really all he got... It was rather borning, but that was just what needed to happen.