House Party

[Sage]

The guy brought Jaxen a glass of water and took it from his hand and offered it to Jaxen. "Thanks." He said and then as Jaxen spoke he pulled off his mask. That fucking thing was so hot and claustrophobic it was almost cold in the interior of the house now.

What Jaxen said barely made sense but Sage nodded along. "I know." he said when Jaxen identified the emissary. And he seemed scared of whatever had happened. "When you two separated there was like a mist disintegrating between you two."

They should both be afraid of their secrets getting out. The Emissary knew... how? "The Emissary knew who I was after touching you. He outted you too. He said he owned me now. What happened? Do you know? How did he know any of those things? It was like he knew exactly what you did, but you said nothing." Sage growled. This was so not his thing. This was a Nox thing. He glanced down the hall where Jaxen had fled from. Now was not the time to bother Nox. "You want me to call you a car, or crash here? I'm sure Nox won't mind. Plenty of bedrooms." He'd have just taken Jaxen home if he weren't a little worried there might be something between him and Aiden. They'd both get lost in some Irish lore and Sage would be left out to just watch. Not that he minded watching, but still it was the principle. Jaxen was a good looking man, straight, but that didn't mean anything really. A little too much to drink, a kiss here a fondle there and woah he's sleeping with his boyfriend. He wasn't worried... Just like Aiden wasn't worried when he spent time with Nox. Not that the boy scout would ever do anything to hurt Aiden. Not if Nox had any say in the matter.

Sage's mind wandered, he was paying attention to everything around him, probably a bit too much. It might look like he wasn't interested and it took Sage a little more effort to try to keep his focus on Jaxen. Rude was not what he wanted to pull off right now. He had too many things on his mind. Focus was not his strong suit.