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Trigger warnings : Mentions of depression, self harm

This is set in the present

Remington is smiling. He's sitting in Andy's podcast room and Andy is editing a recent YouTube video. "Did I ever cheat on you?" Remington asks. "Before we were married?"

Andy turns to look at him. "Of course you didn't," he says. "You were always loyal to me, as was I to you."

"Always?"

"Why? Do you doubt it?"

Remington looks down thoughtfully. "No. But how was I so, uh, so loyal at such a young age?"

"I meant a lot to you."

"Even though I insulted your hair."

Andy smiles. "Yes, even though you insulted my hair. I knew it was just childish teasing. And besides, you were so desperate for someone to love you after everything that had happened, you couldn't ever betray me. You said that a lot."

"What happened?"

"You went through some tough years in school. You had bad friends, they bullied you, hurt you."

"Oh."

"Not anymore."

Remington looks at him. "Why would I be friends with people who hurt me?" He asks.

Now, Andy gets up from the chair and sits down beside Remington on the floor. "You were young and you wanted freedom. They drew you in and you were so desperate to not be alone that you did anything you could to be their friend, even if it meant getting drunk or taking a punch or getting pulled from school."

"I don't remember any of that."

"I think that's actually a good thing. You were very unhappy when we first met. No one needs to recall being that sad and lonely."

"You made me happy?"

"Me and the fact you left those friends behind."

"You," Remington says, and smiles. "Can I see the thing you're doing on there?"

"Sure you can, let me finish it first."

Getting up off the bean bag carefully, to avoid hurting his hip, Remington says, "what was the wedding like?"

The question earns a smile from Andy. "It was perfect," he says.

"Where was it? Because I know I said I remembered everything to do with you, but I think the memories are going, so..."

"You remember that you used to remember it but you don't actually remember it?"

"Annoying, right?"

"I would say so, yeah. I'm sorry you have to deal with it."

"It's fine now, I'm used to it. And there and things to, uh, to appreciate. Like I don't keep forgetting who you are, or...or I know that this is our house and not a weird place."

"A weird place?"

"It looks weird," Remington says with a shrug. "And now I will try and remember where the uh, the bathroom is. If I don't come back, assume I got lost." He walks cautiously towards the door, says, "I know you're watching my arse."

Andy snorts. "What arse? You don't have one. I was watching your pelvis."

"I don't love you anymore."

"Okay. Have a good pee." Remington turns and Andy hears him making unnecessary, dramatic noises as though in great pain, laughing and returning to his laptop to finish the video and looking up when the boy returns. "Oh, you didn't pass out from the agony you were in, then," he jokes.

Remington grins and sits back down on the beanbag. "Agony?"

"It means being in a lot of pain."

"Oh. Right. That makes sense."

Andy smiles. "Good."

"Who was here yesterday?"

"Your therapist. Dr Hicks."

"Why?"

"To help with your depression."

"Depression? That's...that's what makes me sad?"

"That's right."

"But I don't feel sad."

"No, but depression has the annoying ability to turn happy situations into sad ones, or ones where you suddenly hate everything and want to disappear. Dr Hicks is just to help you maintain stability, specially with your memory loss."

"Do you have it?"

"Mhm."

"But you don't have a therapist?"

Andy shakes his head. "No, love. I don't."

"Why do I need one if you don't?"

"I guess I just don't wanna seem weak."

Remington frowns. "Weak? Someone who has a, uh, a therapist is weak?"

"No, not at all."

"Do you...do you think I'm weak?"

"No, of course not."

"But you said..."

"I know. I said it about myself."

"You think I'm weak," Remington says.

"No I don't."

"You just said you did."

"Remington-"

"You know you said it. Don't lie to me. I may not remember things but I can tell when you're lying because I'm not stupid."

"I'm not lying."

Remington folds his arms. "Yes, you are! You are lying!"

"Calm down."

"Don't tell me to calm down. You're the one being insane."

"Listen-"

"No," interrupts Remington crossly. "All you do is tell me to listen, tell me what to do. Maybe I don't want to do what you say anymore. I'm not stupid and I'm not that...that teenager I used to be. Stop treating me like I am." He shakes his head. "I don't want to be your husband anymore."

Andy's eyes widen. "You are taking things way out of proportion."

"I don't know what that means! Stop using words I don't understand!"

"Why would you not want to be my husband anymore?"

"Because you're a control slut and I won't be controlled!"

"A control slut? Remington, come on, that's a little over the top."

"Is it? Or is it just the truth?"

"I don't understand how we went from therapy to not wanting to be married."

"Maybe because it's not me who's stupid, it's you! I don't want this," he spits. Then he pulls his ring off and puts it on the floor. "It's ugly anyway."

"You chose it."

"Well I also chose you and look how wrong that was."

"This is insane, why are you suddenly acting like I've cheated?"

"Maybe you have!"

"You need to calm down, Remington, seriously. This fight is so ridiculous. "

Remington pushes the ring away. "How am I supposed to know you aren't cheating?"

"Why would I cheat? In what world would I do that?"

"In the world where Andy is a slut."

"You've called me a slut twice now."

"It's true!"

"Remington, what is happening? I've done nothing."

"Yes you have!"

"Alright, I'm gonna go. Give me a call when you've calmed down."

"I won't."

"Okay, whatever. I'm sending one of your brothers over. See you later."