Sage sort of just hummed lightly when she mentioned this game she'd come up with and shrugged slightly. "That sounds fine to me," he mused. "Though, I'm not sure what I could do down here," he added, really just to mess about a bit. He let out a grunt when she hit a knot in his back, though, it soon felt much better than the initial pain, so he relaxed I tot he touch again soon enough. "You wanna go first then, since you came up with this whole idea," he asked, figuring that would give him time to come up with a question his own anyway, since he didn't have any ideas at the moment.

"I'll figure something out. Maybe I'll stop rubbing your back." T joked, easing off his back slightly at his grunt, temporarily afraid She had hurt him. "Good pain?" She asked softly, slowly resuming her massage as he settled back into her hands. She smiled faintly at his question and nodded. "Alright. Big spoon or little spoon? Be honest." She teased, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck.

Sage sort of gasped in mock offense before throwing the girl an amused look. "You'd never," he huffed, humming in the positive when she asked if he was alright. She seemed to accept the answer though, since she resumed the motion like before. He groaned with a sort of chuckle when she got right to it, shaking his head slightly in amusement. "Depends on my mood," he mused. "But, normally? Little," he admitted. "Though I quite enjoy either way," he added. He paused for a moment, thinking, before humming softly. "You don't actually have to answer this one...but I have to admit I'm curious," he started, glancing over his shoulder at her. "You said you don't think you can have kids right? Why not?" Then he gave her a somewhat sheepish grin. "Not like I'm wanting to pressure you into anything....but if its something medical I do want to know...the doctor in me wants to make sure you're alright," he mused. "But I can always think of another question," he added gently. He'd been open to her about a lot of things that were hard to talk about....but he hadn't told her everything yet, and he understood if she didn't want to say anything about this particular topic.

T huffed at him. "You're right. But that's because I don't want to, not because I won't." She teased, giving a soft sigh of relief at his affirmative hum. "Aw, I like that. You wanna be my little spoon?" She asked softly, looking endeared by the idea. She tilted her head at his preface, continuing to massage his back as he glanced over his shoulder. She nodded gently at him, leaning closer to bring her face nearer than his. "It's okay. I'll try my best." She answered softly, her words genuine. She held his gaze intently as he spoke, her heart sinking rapidly at his question. Her hands halted and she leaned back ever so slightly in surprise, worry clouding her eyes.

Why was he asking? Did he want something She couldn't give? Then again, why else would he ask if it didn't relate to his wants? Why was it his first question? Was this something important to him? If so, for what reason?

She almost didn't catch his words as her mind raced, her chest rising and falling a little more rapidly as her heart rate increased. She calmed down a little at his grin and what seemed to be comforting words, gently clenching and clenching her hands. She stayed silent for a few moments after he spoke, flushing and staring over his shoulder at the outside world. She swallowed, then cleared her throat as she pulled her hands back, folding them awkwardly in front of her chest. "No, it's fine. You deserve to know." She shrugged timidly, her voice smaller than she wouldve liked. Embarrassed, was the best way to describe it. "I, uh, have severe Endometriosis. I uh... was diagnosed when I was sixteen, because no one really wanted to go through the work of proving it wasn't just... bad cramps until I begged for it. So, uhm, even after being diagnosed, I went to a few different doctors to verify. They all said the same thing." She shrank into herself just slightly. "I can't have kids. It's very, extremely unlikely I'll ever be able to get pregnant. If I did, by some miracle, it likely wouldn't be a healthy one." She finished quietly, looking down at her hands and slowly observing her fingers. She shook her head quietly, hoping to cut him off before his comforting came.

"It's not a big deal. It doesn't really impact me otherwise, so, it's fine. There's no need to make any sort of fuss. Uhm, anyway, my turn, right?" She spat out, offering him an entirely forced smile as she went back to rubbing at his back, hoping to pass the awkward moment. "Uh, who was your first crush?" She asked quickly, keeping her gaze fixed on his neck.

Sage chuckled lightly in response to her first comment, throwing her an amused glance over his shoulder before watching the girl as she sort of sputtered out the explanation, brows pinching slightly when she seemed to be forcing the words out of her mouth. "As long as you're healthy," he hummed softly, before letting her change the subject. It was a touchy thing to talk about, he knew, but he just wanted to make sure it wasn't something he needed to know about to keep her healthy. He humemd in thought in response to her next question, cocking his head as he thought. "I'm not sure I ever had a chance to have a crush," he admitted. "Dad had people come in at night with me, but that was more to make him a buck or two than anything, and I certainly didn't want a relationship with any of them," he mused. "Then he married me off, so either way I was cooped up in a house most of the time," he said softly, somewhat embarrassed about it. And...he was admittedly somewhat worried that she'd get upset about having someone else each night....what if she decided she didn't want someone who'd done that sort of thing? Even if it hadn't been his choice, he'd still done it. "What about you? Did I ruin your virginity or no," he asked, mostly in a teasing way.

T nodded quietly at his words, her flush brightening slightly until the subject changed. She raised her eyebrows at him, tilting her head at his first words with a frown. She started moving her fingers a little more roughly into the tissue of his back, moving forward again to be closer. "I'm sorry. No one should ever have to be sold out by a parent. Much less have their virginity and marriage sold off by them." She murmured, dropping a few gentle kisses along his spine. She nuzzled her nose gently into his upper back, if only to comfort him. "I'll just have to be your first crush, then." She hummed lightly. She chuckled softly at his question, shaking her head. "You couldn't have ruined my virginity if you tried. I wish it were you who had taken my virginity." She shrugged, closing her eyes with a calm sigh. "I lost my virginity in my senior year of high school to an asshole named Kyle. It was quite underwhelming. But no, you're not even close to my first time, as much as I wish you were." She shrugged, figuring she would try to veer off from serious questions for a moment. "Alright. Are you an ass or titties kind of guy?" She asked teasingly.

Sage sort of just hummed lightly in response to her comments, shrugging slightly. "You don't have to apologize, it's not your fualt my dad was an asshole," he mused. "I got used to it eventually I guess," he added lightly, trying to lighten the mood a little bit. Though, at her next comment, he couldn't help but laugh and shake his head. "I think this goes beyond some silly little crush," he noted with amusement. "Oh good, I don't have to worry about ruining you then," he chirped, really just teasing the girl since they both knew they were happy with her bossing him around. "Kyle," he snorted when she mentioned his name. "Who names their kid Kyle," he sort of chuckled before grunting in response to her question. "Which one's bigger," he joked lightly before shrugging. "ass I guess," he mused. "What about you? Big and brawny and stuff or slightly smaller but at least somewhat quick and smart," he mused lightly. He was sort of in the middle of the two, though more on the smaller end. Not that he didn't have muscles...but whatever.

"I'm not apologizing for him, I'm apologizing for what you had to go through, dork." T responded sadly, pressing another kiss to his back. She chuckled at his response to her comment in pleasant surprise. "Oh? How lovely. I'll keep that in mind from now on." She chuckled, rolling her eyes at him. "You, ruin me? Yeah right, you barely touched anything but my back for the first fifteen minutes." She joked, snickering as he latched onto Kyle. "What can I say? 17 year old me had terrible taste. He was on the football team too, so he definitely lived up to the Kyle title." She joked, blinking in utterly amused shock at his comment. She let out a surprised scoff, glancing down at her front and then around her back. "And here I was thinking size didn't matter." She teased, laughing slightly. "But okay, that's a fair assessment. I was totally pegging you for a titties guy." She snickered. She gently dipped her head into the crook of his neck to think at his question, still massaging his back. "Hmm. Assuming big and brawny also means stupid, then the second option. I'm not gonna lie though, broad shoulders kill me." She joked, pressing a kiss against his neck. "Alright, now you. Answer like I'm not here. Brunette, blonde, red head, or black hair?" She challenged, continuing to gently knead his back.

Sage sort of hummed lightly when she explained the apology, chuckling slightly in response. "I know, I know," he chuckled. "Its over now though so I don't think about it much," he mused before laughing again and shaking his head. "It wasn't that long," he protested lightly, humming lightly when she went on. "Well, when your face is as pretty as yours, it doesn't as much," he noted. "Though, in my opinion, you've got plenty of both for me," he added, really just teasing her a bit even if it was true. "Ah, so you got your football boyfriend fix in your senior year then," he hummed. "Bit late, don't you think," he teased her lightly before nodding when she answered her question and groaning when she asked about hair color. "Geez, I dunno, T, hair isn't the first thing I look at if I'm meeting a girl I might date," he huffed lightly, thinking for a moment before shrugging. "Brunette, I guess, as long as the haircut works for it," he mused after a moment. "Eye color for you," he chirped after. "Brown, blue, black, or green? Or a different color?" His eyes were a slightly abnormal color, but technically they were considered brown, he supposed. WHatever, he was just curious and wanted to get to know her. What she thought.

T rolled her eyes. "Always with the flattery. How do you know it gets me every time?" She teased, flushing slightly at his next comment. "Aw, thanks. So size doesn't really matter." She joked, snickering at his next comment. "Yep. Plenty of it, unfortunately. But it's mostly out of my system now." She shrugged, gently sliding her hands down his back. "Maybe a bit." She chuckled, huffing at him. "What is the first thing you look at when you meet a girl, dork?" She asked rhetorically, smiling at his answer. "Okay- is that assuming my haircut suits me, or-" She cut herself off so he could speak, thinking for a moment. "God, that's a hard one. Blue eyes were really big for me, like ice blue. But honestly? The older I get, the less it matters. Theres beauty in every color, so I can't really choose." She shrugged, shifting stop rubbing his back. Instead, she curled one arm over him and curled the other one up under his head. "I'm done rubbing your back, so now you get to be my little spoon." She joked, leaning her forehead against the back of his neck. "Alright. What is your biggest insecurity?" She asked softly, pressing gentle kisses where she could reach.