Sage paused when she offered him the shirt, sighing before reaching for it. "You're probably right," he noted, shrugging it over his shoulders and then lifting them in a shrug. "Its the same normal stuff....sometimes it just gets to me more," he murmured, face flushing slightly. "Dad used to lock me up in the cabinets when he was fed up with me. Just needed to get where there were four walls around me, where I could move," he explained.

Sage hummed softly before nodding. "Not your fault. Can't change the past anyhow," he noted. "But getting outside does help. I suppose that's why I always preferred moving around, staying in the streets."

Sage hummed softly, leaning on the railing next to her after a moment, having calmed down a lot. His heart was still racing, but he was slowly calming down. "Shouldn't matter by now....I can't imagine he hasn't drunk himself to death by now," he noted.

Sage shook his head after a moment, pushing his thoughts away. "I shouldn't be bothering you with all this," he murmured, shooting her an apologetic look. "I know it's a lot."

Sage went still when she rested her hand on his arm, the touch somehow grounding him in a way he hadnt had before. His pulse had sped back up too, of course, but, he didn't think that was because of the dream. He smiled back at her though, offering her a small nod of confirmation. "Thanks," he noted softly, looking back out at the woods as she slipped back into the cabin. He went back in a while later, once it got too cold, and slipped back into his chair. Once he settled in under the blankets he fell asleep rather easily, too, which was probably a good thing.