Sage head leaned into Remys hug, though he hadn't let go of the bottle yet. He probably shouldn't have gotten drunk but oh well. He'd sober up eventually. He always did.

Remy cried against Sages skin.

Sage decided getting sober was too much work so he took another swig and then offered it to rmeyy

Remy looked at it "what is it?"

Sage grunted. "Whiskey," he noted. Then he winced and pulled it back. "On second thought, I'd rather you not get addicted. One of us has to stay sober." He'd phrased the last part as a joke but...there was truth to it

"Can I try it?"

Sage heasitated. "I guess so, if you really want to, but you'll loose all sense of... everything, and then pass out and wake up with a headache and throw up all over," he noted with a grimace. "My self control is just lacking," he added with a grumble

Remy grimace. "How much of it does it take to so that to you?"

Sage winced and looked at the bottle he'd nearly drained. "A lot less than that," he muttered, shaking his head. "It's just....an old habit I can't kick," he noted softly. "One more thing I can add to my list of how the military fucked me up good," he added bitterly.

Remy made a face. "You should probably stop,"