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Sage curled in, though glanced down at the prosthetic with a slight frown. "Maybe," he noted. "But I wouldn't be able to do very much." And it was ugly...he still hadn't really come to terms with it. Losing an arm was a lot to take in, especially with other bad things going on. (The prosthetic could work! It would make sense at least, since it's a touchy subject)
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Remy glanced down at him, running his hand along his prosthetic and the end of his real arm. It probably would heal a lot faster if he didn't wear it all the time. He always had it on, even while sleeping, and he didn't clean it that often. "Well, maybe its worth a try," he offered gently.
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Sage just shook his head, trying not to flinch away from remys touch. "I don't want to deal with it," he noted tiredly. It was only half the truth, of course, but still. There was a sort of edge to his voice though, warning Remy to stop pressuring him about it. He was trying not to get upset, but he could feel his stomach rolling and chest tightening the longer Remy even looked at the thing, let alone touch it and talk about it.
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Remy didn't notice the edge to his voice, not having many social or communication skills. "I know, but you have to," he said gently. "You don't want it getting infected or just keeping the wound open because of too much pressure on it. You hafta let it heal,"
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Sage just frowned, bordering on a scowl, shifting away from Remy slightly and leaning forward with a grunt. "It'll heal fine," he sort of grumbled. "What do you want to watch," he added, trying to move conversation away from him.
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"Babe, we seriously need to talk about this, I don't want you to neglect your health and if you keep doing this its not going to heal," he sat up, slightly hurt he moved away, but they needed to talk about this.
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Sages jaw jumped as Remy kept talking about his arm. He was right...he knew that. He didn't like it. "It's fine," he sort of snapped, anger flaring in his eyes. Then he immediately felt guilty about it, but wasn't really sure how to respond now. He was upset....his mind was whirling with dark thoughts now, and he was just getting jumpy. The last time he'd snapped back....well, he still had nightmares about things like that. How would they respond?
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Again, lacking proper social skills, Remy didn't recognize much shift in Sages emotions. "No, its not okay. You need to get better and by ignoring the situation you're making it worse,"
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Sage felt his temper spike, even though he was willing it not to. It got the better of him, as it normally did, and he set the remote down much harder than necessary, abruptly standing up with a sharp shake of his head. "Thinking about it makes it worse," he snapped, eyes blazing and clenching his fists in his pockets. Part of him felt bad he was being so mean about it, but....he was scared deep down. His emotions were all over the place, and now surely Remy would hate him. Maybe this would turn out like all the other relationships he'd had.
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Remy stood, grabbing his arm to keep him from walking away. "Sage, talk to me, nothing is going to get better unless you tell me whats going on and let me help," he snapped.
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