Sage hummed lightly in response to her comment, shrugging slightly. "Sore but that's not abnormal," he noted lightly, since he normally just joked about how awful his job was since that was honestly all he could do. "I feel better knowing shit like that won't be a normal reoccurring event," he snorted before his face softened slightly. "But yeah, I'm alright. Whatever you did last night helped," he murmured, a light blush forming on his cheeks as he thanked her. He wasnt used to it, he supposed. Wasn't used to people helping him. But he certainly likes it.

He sighed slightly when she mentioned she was trying to figure out how to keep them alive, and nodded. "you know....if you killed me right now, I'd probably be glad to go," he admitted with a bitter chuckle. "Hiding just Liz would be easier than a grown person anyway," he added, sort of flopping onto his back and staring at the ceiling. "

He'd glanced over at the girl again after a moment, and gave her a small smile. "I appreciate this, Celeste. I really do. I just....why risk your own life to save me? I'm not worth all of that," he pointed out, eyes meeting hers. Shit. Why did that send his heart off pitter pattering away in his chest and his stomach knot up? It didn't make sense...he'd barely met her, And here he was trusting her with his life. With everything that had happened. Hell, he'd let her fuck him and wasn't upset about it. What was going on? He sort of froze, looking up at her and meeting her gaze, searching her face for.... something. What the hell was wrong with him? They weren't a couple....that would never happen. No one would want him. He was too messed up for that. He felt a blush forming on his cheeks, but for whatever reason just....couldn't move away from her. Warning bells were going off in his head but ...he wasnt sure he cared.

Sage nodded in response to her first comment, then shrugging with a sigh in response to her questions. "I hope you're right and things get better," he murmured. "But all this shit will still be in my mind....I don't know if it'll ever go away," he groaned. It was true....whatever was going on in his head was much worse than anything that happened to him physically. Even if he was out of the tavern, the flash backs and the nightmares and the guilt....all of it would still weigh him down.

He shut up when she kept talk again though, his jaw just dropping slightly as she went on. Did she really think that? He certainly didn't, but she seemed quite sincere about it. It was all he could do to just gawk at her, shaking his head slightly as he tried to process what she was saying. He'd never heard anything truly good bout him come from anyone. But...it made him feel good.

When he felt her hand on his shoulder, he let out a shaky breath, moving to slowly out his hand over hers and squeeze it gently, in a sort of thanks. He hadn't moved his eyes from hers, though he did notice the slight flicker of her eyes to his lips and back, which heated his face up even more. That was another thing he hated about himself...how easily he blushed. Got flustered. But as of right then, with the way she was looking at him ....he didn't think he cared too much. Even if she just fucked him for pleasure or...whatever, he figured that he'd take what he could get from someone who at least treated him well enough.

Sage had let out a heavy breath on response to her comment, but had nodded with a soft smile when she promised she'd be there with him. He really did appreciate it. He was, admittedly, rather surprised when she hugged him, but after a shocked moment where he didn't do anything, he practically melted into her touch, wrapping his arms around her as he hugged her back.

He murmured a quiet thank you to the girl, not sure if he's ever actually been hugged. Well...he'd been hugged but he did t think it had ever been for a good reason. It it was nice, and he was rather reluctant to let go. He knew he had to though, so he released her after a moment or so, breath hitching when she brushed the hair out of his face. That curd the gawking again before his face heated up even more in response to her comment and he let out a sort of squeak, whacking her playfully. "It doesn't help if you point it out," he Yelped, moving to press his hands to his face and peek through his fingers at her. He was laughing though.....so he really didn't mind it.

Sage could only groan in response to her comment, shaking his head and peeking out to give her. Playful glare in response to her comment. "You're only making it worse by doing that," he complained, though he was laughing the entire time, so she knew he wasn't actually upset with her for anything. And....he sort of likes it that she had called him cute. It wasn't exactly on the list of things people had called him. It was either the lowest, worse names in all of history or it was body related, and coming from a customer who he'd had to sleep with. But cute? It was genuine and sort of nice to hear. It wasn't any of those other things. Even if he wasn't sure he agreed with her, it was still nice.

Eventually though, he did have to take his hands off his face, and he flipped over from his side onto his back, still chuckling slightly.

Fuck....he was falling too deep. She didn't want to kill him, but that didn't mean she loved him. No one wanted to date someone who slept with people for money. At least, not in that way. Plus...she was a vampire. Immortal. He definitely wasn't in her league. Not by a long shot. And...well, the last time he'd loved someone, she'd been killed. He didn't think he could handle losing someone else he cared about. Though, it was too late now...if she got hurt or killed or anything he'd be a mess. Ugh. Why did his brain hate him so much? But....what was done had been done, so maybe he could still get some love out of her now and again. Even if they never became a couple or anything....he'd take what he could get. Because he did really, really like her.

Sage sort of just groaned when she tugged him out of bed, giving her a sort of mock pout. "This is the first day I don't have to work and can sleep in in years and you're making me get up and leave," he whined, though moved to shove what little they had into the bag he normally kept them in. It wasn't much...two or three outfits each and a blanket, and a few other small things for Liz.

"Yeah, I don't have much to do," he hummed in response to her question, nodding and then finishing up getting Liz and himself ready, which took about ten minutes or so. When the girl came back out of the bathroom, the were both ready, though the baby had fallen asleep on his chest again, as he had woken her up while getting her dressed. "We can leave whenever you're ready," he noted quietly, sort of shifting his weight from foot to foot as he stood there, in an attempt to keep the baby sleeping well.

He was nervous about just....walking out. The tavern owner would see them, and throw a fit, and he didn't want anyone hurt. He was still limping from his previous encounter with the man, and where he'd been struck was still bruised and felt like shit. So he hoped they could sneak out without him figuring much out. He knew it would be difficult but he wasn't sure he had the energy to face the guy this morning.