It had been a week since Andy awoke, and since then, he'd been around only Remington.

Today, they were going round to Sebastian's house for a meal with family and friends, mainly because Remington's brothers were itching to meet his Perfect. 

Side by side, Remington and Andy walked. It wasn't far to Sebastian's, and, rounding the corner of the street, Remington said, "They're gonna love you." 

Andy was wearing a long dark grey trench coat that he had chosen when Remington took him shopping the day after he woke. His hands were in his pockets. "I'm feeling very anxious, Remington," he said. "But I am excited to meet your brothers and your friends." 

"I'd be anxious, too. I hate meeting new people." 

"We are much alike." 

Remington smiled. He could see Sebastian's front door at the end of the residential road. "Just stay near me. We can be anxious together." 

"But they are your friends, why are you anxious?" 

"I'm always anxious." 

"I have not noticed this, Remington." 

"In my house, it's different. Quiet. Just you and me, it's nice. In someone else's house, even my brother's, it's, like, you have to always be giving them your full attention, you know. Especially at these big dinners. Everyone expects you to talk all the time. But it'll be good. It's been a while. And of course, they all want to meet you." 

"I will be like a celebrity." 

"Yes, I suppose you will. Alright. Ready?" Stopping outside the door, he looked at Andy, who, in the coat, skin chilled by the cold air, looked almost more human than a human. Remington couldn't get his head around it. 

Andy looked back. His eyes shone. "Yes," he answered. 

Remington didn't knock. He opened the door and stepped in, closed it behind Andy. "Alright," he said, taking his jacket off and hanging it up. "Do you want to take that off?" 

"No, thank you." 

"Okay. This way, then." 

In the kitchen-diner, there was already a group of people. Remington didn't recognise them all, but then he never did. His brothers made and lost friends at the same rate he did. 

"It's my favourite brother!" Came a loud voice from behind them. Both Remington and Andy turned around. "And he brought company!" 

"Sebastian," Remington said. Andy thought immediately that he sounded frustrated. "This is Andy. My-" 

"Your Perfect. Yes. I remember. Wow. Quite the specimen, isn't he? Those eyes." 

"Yes, he's very pretty. Andy, this is Sebastian. My brother. You probably worked that out already." 

"Hello, Sebastian. It's very nice to meet you." 

Sebastian had a humoured expression on his face. "And you. Andy, is it? 

"I literally just told you," huffed Remington. "Stop looking at him like that, it's rude. Come on, Andy. Ignore him. He's a cock. I'll introduce you to Emerson." 

"He's smoking out the back," Sebastian said. 

"Ah, smoking," Remington mumbled. "I should have checked. Andy. You're okay with being around smokers?" 

"Yes. I do not wish to smoke myself, though." 

"No, of course not. I wouldn't expect you to. Alright. This way." 

The garden was large and colourful - Sebastian had a gardener two days a week to keep it tidy. Leaning against the fence was Emerson, a cigarette between his fingers. He smiled when he saw the two approaching, called, "You must be The Perfect. I'm Emerson." 

"Hello, Emerson. I'm Andrew. Andy. It's very nice to meet you." 

Emerson held out his hand to shake and Andy obliged. "I've been dying to meet you," he admitted. "Remington kept going on about you and I'm so intrigued. You look so beautiful." 

"Oh, thank you." 

"Everyone says that," boasted Remington with a small laugh. 

"So, Andy, how's it with my brother? Has he made you lose your mind yet?" 

"Remington is very kind to me, Emerson. I enjoy all the time we spend together." Andy's hands were still his his pockets and Remington had linked their arms when they entered the house for security. "He has spoken about you." 

"All good?" 

"Remington said that both his brothers are cocks." 

Emerson laughed. "Well, he's right." 

"I do not like to believe everything until I have found out for myself. Now I can see that Sebastian is a cock and Emerson is not. But that is just my first impression." 

"What was your first impression of Remington?" 

Cutting in, the singer said, "He called me a very handsome person." 

"I called Remington a very handsome person," Andy confirmed. "My very first impression of Remington was that he is thoughtful and kind. He made me feel welcome in his house." A pause, then, "I also think he's a very handsome person." 

"You're fascinating." Emerson had stubbed out his cigarette. There was a sparkle of awe in his eyes. 

"Thank you, Emerson. I'm sorry, I do not yet know, what are your pronouns?" 

"My pronouns? He/him. And yours?" 

"My pronouns are he/him also." 

The drummer hummed and his eyes flicked across to Remington, who was smiling proudly. "I think it's food soon, maybe you can sit next to me. I think we have a lot in common." 

"Go for it," Remington said. He knew Andy would want his approval. "I'll sit on the other side." 

"Thank you, Remington." 

"Andy, do you know anything about philosophy?" 

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Remington muttered. "Alright, I'm getting a drink. I'll leave you to discuss fucking philosophy. Good luck, Andy. He never shuts up once you get him going." 

Emerson stuck his finger up and grinned. "See you inside in a few. I'm gonna blow this man's mind."