Sage wasn't sure what he'd expected, but Remy standing up and grabbing him sparked too many memories, and suddenly it wasn't Remy standing there, it was Amy. He froze, blood draining from his face as his pulse thudering in his head. His gaze has focused on remys other hand, fully expecting a heavy blow to land. It was stupid, he knew that. But it didn't stop him from completely losing his mind and panicking anyway. He was shaking from blind panic he knew he was. A completely unnecessary reaction, but it was what was happening all the same.

Remy immediately knew something was off. Did he do something? "Sage? Whats wrong?" he asked gently.

Remys voice sort of just swirled around his head, and he couldn't really figure out what he was saying. He was probably yelling...he wasn't sure he wanted to hear it. He just kept his gaze trained on the other boys hand, waiting for the blow to finally fall. He couldn't understand why it hadn't already. Why he was still standing there, unharmed. What game was Remy playing? What was sage supposed to do?

"Sage?" he asked gently, now confused. He traced Sages line of view to his hand. "Sage, no, I'd never hurt you," he whispered hugging the boy close. "I'd never hurt you. Never,"

Sage had let out a sort of squeak of terror when Remy first pulled him in, but when it was just a hug and the world slowed down a bit, reality started to sink back in and his rigid body sort of just....collapsed onto Remy with a strangled sort of sigh. "Sorry," he whispered, though he wasn't sure what he was apologizing for. It was just habit, he assumed.

Remys gaze softened, pulling away slightly and gently cupping Sages face. "I'll never hurt you, never. You're safe,"

Sage offered Remy a small smile, trying to gather the tears that were brightening his eyes before they spilled over. "I know," he whispered. "I just....freaked out," he murmured. "Sorry," he added again, sheepish about it all

"You have nothing to be sorry for," he said gently, brushing his cheek gently with his thumb. "What happened, who did this to you?"

Sage just leaned into Remys touch, sort of deflating against him, exhausted from the ordeal and his emotions. "I think the better question is who hasn't," he sort of noted with a bitter chuckle. Then he sombered up and shrugged. "My father. Stepmother. Old lovers."

Remy held him close. "Do you wanna tell me about it?" He offered softly, rubbing his back.