Sage glanced over at Remy, some of the tension leaving his shoulders when he leaned in. "Not your fault," he noted with a shrug. He was still tense, as memories filled his mind, but his hand relaxed on the steering wheel, and he squeezed remys hand gently. "But thank you for caring," he mused softly, just glad to have someone who would listen, and wasn't revolted by his past.

Remy leaned on him, holding his prosthetic hand.

Sage drove for a while, until they pulled into the parking lot of a store chain and parked with a sigh. "Right, stay close. It's easy to get lost," he noted. Then he wrinkled his nose. "Just hold my hand. That'll be easiest," he decided after a moment, hopping out of the truck and then joining Remy once they were on the ground.

Remy smiled lightly, looking around. Hed never seen anything like it, and he'd swam to every inch of the ocean. Remy took Sages hand and smiled over at the man, letting him lead the way.

Sage moved quickly through the crowd, occasionally shouldering his way through to clear them a path. It was amusing, since he was shorter than most of them, but he also had a pretty bad resting hirch face, so he supposed it helped too. He finally slid into a clothes store, dragging Remy to the men's section. "Right...we need shirts, pants, and underwear," he noted, waving a hand towards the rack of clothes. "And a decent pair of shoes and probably a hoodie. And pajamas," he thought out loud.

Remy nodded, he knew the first four items, but not the last two. He was just looking around, it was all very interesting to him. You didn't find this under the sea.

Sage sort of buzzed around, finding things he thought would fit Remy. He also grabbed a few more outfits for himself, as well as some swim shorts, figuring he'd use those. Once he had an armful and Remy had some things he'd also picked out, sage shooed him towards a dressing room. "Make sure they all fit ok," he noted, locking the door behind them and then moving to tug his shirt over his head to try on his own things

Remy entered the dressing room. Some of the things he struggled to get on, but he got them on eventually. A little bit later, he emerged from the dressing room with the things. "Yeah, they all fit," he smiled.

Sage helped Remy with some of the newer things, and tried his own things on in between his stuff. He nodded when he said they all fit, moving to gatehr the things up, pay for them, and then drag him back to the truck, eager to get out of the crowd. They were on their way soon enough, and pulled into a small seaside cottage within a few hours. "Looks decent," he noted. It was small...one bedroom, one bathroom, that sort of thing. But it worked.

Remy held his hand on the drive to the cottage. He smiled when he saw it. "Its perfect," he breathed, instantly falling in love with the place. It was nice and quiet and secluded. Absolutely perfect.