Trigger warnings: Mentions of alcohol

Lonny is at the door when Sebastian and Emerson knock. They look at him for a moment before he says, "you're here for Andy, I assume."

Emerson glances at his brother, confused. "Uh...yeah. Is he here?"

"Yeah, but," Lonny sighs and looks behind him. "Look, he's not doing great. He was trying to drink himself halfway to heaven last night."

"Shit, he was?" Sebastian asks. He should have known this would happen. Alcohol is Andy's weakness and they all know it.

"Afraid so," the bassist says.

"How is he now?"

"Watching some shitty show upstairs. Do you want me to tell him you're here? He mentioned needing to see you yesterday."

"Oh, sure. We'll wait inside."

Lonny nods and leaves the door open as he begins up the stairs. Emerson and Sebastian go through to the living room, sitting and looking at one another uneasily. When Lonny returns a minute or two later, he says, "so, he's keen on seeing you, but won't leave his room. If you go up, just be gentle. He's hardly sleeping so he's pretty fragile."

Andy is sitting in bed with the television on when the two come in. He pauses the show and waits for them to talk.

"Are you okay?" Sebastian is the first to ask. He can't help it.

"No," Andy says, then, "sit. We need to talk."

The brothers do.

"Look," the singer begins. "I don't want sympathy or shit, alright? I'm being a dick, I know that."

"Andy, you're not."

"I'm sorry I haven't spoken to you much since this started. I've been meaning to. You must be breaking inside."

"We all are, Andy," Emerson reminds him.

The man sighs. "I know, but he's not my brother. I'm being so selfish."

"No you're not. Stop it. There isn't a rule book on these things. You're allowed to feel however you feel. It's hard for everyone and Remington's your husband. Of course you're struggling to deal with it. You love him."

"Yes, but so do you. And he's your brother."

Sebastian shakes his head and rolls his eyes. It's just like Andy to worry more about everyone else. "He's your husband. He's the one you've chosen to spend your life with. Andy, do you know how crazy that would send me and Em if we had to live with him everyday? We'd all be fucking dead by now. You obviously see him in ways that we don't and it's not a sin to feel like this when he's in danger. It's normal."

Andy looks away without a response and Emerson adds, "all most people dream of is finding a love so intense that they feel empty without their partner. Andy, you've found that, you don't need to undermine it just because we're his brothers. So what if we've known him longer? That doesn't mean shit. We spent years hating eachother. Hell, he moved out and lived with a friend to get away from us. Do you know how irritated he gets with everyone? He can't stand most people. Tell me you've noticed that."

Andy shrugs.

"You know why you haven't?" Emerson asks. "It's because he feels differently about you. He would fucking cut ties with everyone else in the world if it meant having you for eternity. Andy, he fucking worships you. He's like one of your crazy fangirls, only he doesn't have to hide the fact that he wanks off to you."

Sebastian groans at the crude sentence and Andy rolls his eyes.

"Look, all we're trying to say is that you can't beat yourself up about feeling like this when he'd feel exactly the same because you two are in love and you're practically attached at the hip. It's normal."

"I guess," Andy mumbles, "and he doesn't wank off to me. I wank him off to me."

"Too much information," Sebastian complains from where he's sat on the bed.

"I just don't know how to deal with it," Andy says. "I'm terrified of losing him. Fucking terrified."

"I know," Sebastian says, "and it's normal." He looks up at the frozen television. "We can't promise he'll be okay, as much as I wish we could. We can't. But we can promise you that we're always here for you and we love you. And I know we're not our brother, as annoying as he is, but it doesn't mean you're alone."

"And we're taking all your alcohol," Emerson chimes.

Andy groans. "Fuck you." He picks up the television remote. "Have you seen him recently?"

"We're going today."

"Okay."

"D'you wanna come?"

"No, I don't know. It just makes me feel worse."

"We'll tell him you miss him, okay?"

"Thanks."

"Take care, Andy. Let us know if you need anything."

"Vodka?"

"In your unicorn dreams. What're you watching?"

Andy shrugs. "Episodes."

"Matt LeBlanc and Tasmin Greig?"

The man nods.

"Good show," Sebastian says, getting off the bed. "See you later."

"Thanks for coming," Andy tells them. "You're good people."

Lonny wishes them a good day as they leave, promising to take care of Andy.