Sage grunted with a nod. "Yeah," he noted. "I've tried. A couple times. Never does seem to work no matter how much I want it to," he noted. "The same thing with smoking," he added after a moment

Remy grimaced. "I hate the smell of cigarettes..." he muttered.

Sage wrinkled his nose and nodded. "Me too. They don't taste very nice either," he noted

"So why do you do it?"

Sage let out a soft breath. "They keep me from remembering things. Keeps my brain in check," he noted softly. "I've seen and done some....pretty horrific things. Hell, I had an arm taken off by a fucking gun." He shrugged. "It just became bad habits."

"Oh..." he sighed.

Sage nodded slowly with a sigh. "It sucks," he noted, suddenly letting out a laugh and flopping onto his back, letting the waves move under him. "But there's nothing I can do, and I don't have money for a doctor..." He trailed off with a head shake. "I'm probably the worst human you could have met. Learned from," he noted softly, closing his eyes. "I'm a damn mess"

Remy sighed. "I still love you,"

Sage looked over at Remy, biting his lower lip and nodding. "I love you too," he noted softly. "I just ..don't know how you can continue loving me the more you find out."

"I'll love you, forever and always,"