Trigger warnings: Mentions of alcohol, depression

Andy waits in the car while Emerson goes inside to collect a couple of his clothes. He watches the drummer step into his house and greet Sebastian, looking for Remington behind them but not seeing him.

"Rem's fine," Sebastian tells Emerson. "He's a little confused, but fine. He's in Andy's podcast room."

Emerson nods. "Andy's gonna stay with me a for few days. Please try and get whatever is going on out of Remington."

"How is Andy?"

"Going a little insane, I won't lie. But it's under control."

"Has he told you what the fight was about?"

"Hardly. He doesn't know himself. I should get his things before he starts wondering where I've got to. You know how he gets."

"Of course."

Emerson is back in the car just ten minutes after leaving it, passing the bag to Andy and saying, "Remington's fine, I'm sure everything will work out."

Andy looks inside the bag. "Thanks for doing this for me," he says, then yawns. "Are you sure he was okay?"

"I didn't see him. Sebastian said he was. And I'm sure he is, Andy. He's safe in your house and Sebastian is good at taking care of him."

"I knew things were too good." He sighs. "Please just let me have one drink," he tries.

Emerson starts the car. "You can have tea, coffee, water, milk-"

"You can have a slap."

"Just get an early night, sleep off this alcohol craving, and we can talk tomorrow, when you're not so tired."

Andy huffs and folds his arms. "I hate how sensible and boring you are. And you know what's worse is that you get high but won't let me have one drink. Just one? Please?"

"No."

"Half?"

"No."

"Please?"

"You can say please all the way back to my place, it'll still be no."

"I hate you."

"And I love you, too. Just like my brother loves you."

"If you love me like Remington loves me I would very much like to get out of this car."

"Ha ha."

Andy smiles for a moment. "Can we at least get pancakes?"

"That, we can do. There's a place near here, I think."

"Yeah, it's next to the Asda."

"How'd you know that?"

Andy shrugs. "I'm married to Remington, AKA a child who loves Nutella pancakes, of course I know where all the desert cafes are."

"Andy, I think if you're dating a child-"

"If you make the pedo joke I'm gonna punch you into next week."

"Jesus, alright."

"Calling me Jesus is much better."

"You're a strange man."

"I know."

By ten PM, Andy is in bed with a book from Emerson's shelf that explains the purpose of life in such a way that Andy isn't able to get through the first few pages without putting it down to think about the life altering information. Then he goes to sleep.

* * *

Remington spends the evening in the podcast room, until Sebastian tells him there's some food and asks how he's doing. He shrugs and stabs at the pasta. "Fine," he mumbles.

"Sure?" Sebastian checks.

"Yes. Go away now please."

"If something's going on, you need to tell me."

"Like what? What do you think is going on?"

"I don't know, Remington, that's why I'm asking you."

"Why would something be wrong, anyway?"

"Because you said you didn't want to be married anymore."

Remington shrugs. "Maybe it's the truth," he says. "Ever thought of that?"

"I don't believe you," Sebastian responds. "You love Andy. You always have. Why would you suddenly stop?"

"Go away."

"Remington, please. Andy doesn't deserve this."

"Yes he does!"

"Why?"

"He just does! Go away!" The bop angrily stabs at another tube of pasta.

Sebastian sits beside him. "C'mon, what is it? You can tell me."

"I literally remember nothing about you other than that you dragged me out of school, so no thanks. Go away now."

"It's not a choice, Remington, I'm not going until you tell me."

"Fine, then I'll go," he huffs, and gets up, leaving the food and limping out of the room.

With a defeated sigh, Sebastian retrieves his phone and texts Emerson.

Sebastian: It's no good, he won't tell me what's up. And he doesn't remember enough about me to know I'm trustworthy.

Emerson: Keep trying

Sebastian: He thinks Andy cheated.

Sebastian: He didn't, did he?!

Emerson: Of course he didn't!!

Sebastian: Then where would he get that idea from?

Emerson: Maybe he saw something? Like a text on Andy's phone?

Emerson: Hold on, I'll ask Andy to check if there's anything that could look suspicious.

Emerson: Will have to wait until tomorrow, Andy's asleep. I'm not gonna wake him.

Sebastian: Just look on his phone?

Emerson: It's fingerprint protected and anyway, I can't break his trust like that. I'll ask tomorrow at breakfast. How is Remington?

Sebastian: Keeps shouting at me when I ask what's wrong, I think he's gone to bed now.

Emerson: Better than crying I suppose

Emerson: Just keep trying, he'll break and tell you eventually. He has to.

Sebastian: I hope so. How's Andy been? He went to bed early?

Emerson: I told him to. He was craving alcohol so I said to go to bed and sleep it off. Hopefully it works. I'll talk to him in the morning, ask about his texts and stuff. Maybe we can get him and Remington together to force them to make up? They're never gonna do it on their own. Stubborn bitches.

Sebastian: Poor Andy. Good idea, we'll take them out for lunch tomorrow, 'accidentally' go to the same café, hope they at least share a glance.

Sebastian: Gotta go, Remington is coming back down, probably to start world war 3 with me. Maybe I should break his other wrist.

Emerson: Andy will kill you if you did that. See you tomorrow

Sebastian: Yeah, good luck with Andy. Love u

Emerson: Love u too bastard <3