Sage cast a glance remys way, grunting with a nod. "I have the credit card for the lab for now, but once they figure out we left, it'll be cancelled and then we've got nothing," he noted. He bit his lip, twisting the ring on it before sighing. "I'll get some essentials, and then purchase a cabin on the beach," he decided. "Hopefully, if you find expensive ocean stuff, we'll be able to keep it there," he noted. It could work...maybe. He prayed it did. He just hoped Remy wouldn't take off once he got to the ocean

Remy nodded. It sounded like a solid plan. He promised himself to do his job for Sage. He didn't deserve to go back to that awful family and life. Remy glanced over at Sage, seeing his hand that he wasn't driving with just settled to his side. Gently and nervously, he reached over, taking Sages hand and holding it. He smiled lightly. Maybe things were gonna get better.

Sage had thrown Remy a startled glance when he felt his hand wrap around the prosthetic...most people tended to avoid it, since it didn't exactly feel like a real hand. It weirded them out. Which was why he kept it a secret. But Remy didn't care, so after a moment he just wrapped his fingers around his, a soft smile forming on his face. Maybe Remy really did love him, and it wasn't just a passing phase.

Remy smiled gently, "I know it's a prosthetic, I don't mind," he murmured softly and reassuringly, leaning over and kissing his cheek.

Sage blinked slowly and then offered him a small smile. "Everyone's always been revolted by it," he murmured, almost shyly. "I still am, a little bit. Getting used to not having a real arm is ....odd," he added quietly, eyes crinkling slightly

Remy smiled. "I like it," he hummed, "i think it's cool. You can take it off, right?" He asked.

Remys comment pulled a chuckle from sages throat, and he nodded. "I have to. Wounds still fresh, and it needs to be cleaned and all that," he noted with a wince. "Sucks, and it's hard to do with one hand, but it usually gets done well enough," he added.

Remys brow furrowed, "how recent was it?" He asmed gently.

Sages face flickers slightly, dark thoughts over taking his mind, knuckles turning white on the steering wheel. "I got sent back from active duty three weeks ago," he noted softly. "I've been out of the hospital for two."

Remy noticed is knuckles going white and the tension. "Im sorry..." he whispered, leaning into him.