would you consider Bro Strider, who knows he is going to lose his Dave, overcome with nostalgia and empty nest syndrome? there isn't a sburb, that's just his little brother, but he had to raise him alone just the same. Dave's growing up so fast, and every day is another day closer to when Dave leaves for good, off to go chase the grand adventure he's destined for. leaving his weird, sex puppet obsessed older brother behind. it's enough to break his heart.
so perhaps Bro would make himself a little doll. a plush with Dave's likeness, the perfect size to hold, rest on his lap, remember simpler times. he loves this little thing, pours every ounce of love he can into it. Dave thinks its weird, but he holds some affection for his weird older brother, and doesnt protest beyond rolling his eyes at it. Bro set it on a shelf once it was made, said it was a prototype for his website, and that was that.
it turns out at night, Bro holds it close, gentle strokes to the doll's little soft cheeks. a kiss to it's brow. nothing untoward, just loving little caresses, precious little Dave tucked in the crook of his neck. he sleeps well, and perhaps sometimes he touches more. dips his fingers into the little hole he made for it, rubbing as if it comforted him.
Dave pants and grips the sheets beneath him, phantom touches jerking him from his dreams. it had been happening every night, but sometimes during the day too. warm hands touching him, a soft mouth kissing him. he felt like he was going crazy, he didn't want it to stop.