Remington put his hands up in surrender, "Hey, whatever you two work out. I'm not going to take sides or anything like that. So, you come up with a plan for when she is and isn't allowed to come over, and I'll follow it." It was just like obeying a parent's rules when taking care of their kid.
"Yeah, that's fair. I don't wanna be like him." But in a lot of ways Remington was. He didn't know how to turn it off. It just happened.
"How can you stand it?" It was different, but the only thing Remington had to compare was the looks he got because of his injuries. He hated the way people pitied him. He didn't want it. They whispered and chanced quick glances at his legs. They'd do the same thing if they knew about the abuse. "A woman.. one of the professors.. she was poking around the other day, trying to get me to talk about stuff. She might ask you. Tell her whatever you want. I told her it wasn't my story alone to share." And that was the truth. Remington didn't feel comfortable talking about his childhood because it wasn't just him.