The hospital proves increasingly boring and uninteresting the longer that Andy is there. He spends most of his free time lying on the bed with a book that he isn't particularly bothered about, strangely grateful for anything to do that keeps him from dying of boredom.

He knows it's visiting hours today, which is why he sits on the bed anticipating who he'll see. When the door finally does open, Andy watches it intensely, smiling when Remington comes into view. "Come on," he says brightly, "come sit with me."

Remington does just that, joining the man on the bed and looking at him with bright eyes. "Hi."

"Hi," Andy returns, "nice to see you."

"Nice to see you."

"How was the doctor's appointment? Is everything okay with your head?"

Remington nods. "Nothing got worse, so I guess it's okay. I just wish I could remember some of the stuff we did together."

"Do you have your phone?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Can I have it a sec?"

"Why?"

"You'll like it."

The younger hands the phone to Andy and furrows his brows. "The finger thing works," he tells him.

Andy smiles. "Yeah? I'm glad. The finger thing works for me, too." He unlocks the device and opens the gallery. "Now, unless you've deleted it, there should be a folder of photos and videos you've taken of us throughout the time we've been together."

"Really?" His excitement at the idea makes Andy's heart flutter.

"You've always been a sucker for cringe ass selfies, babe. Yes, it's here. Alright, let's go back to the beginning, see what we have in here." He scrolls down to the first photos in the album. "Oh wow, you literally have not deleted anything from this." Remington shuffles closer and Andy glances at him with adoration. "Can you see it?" He asks quietly.

"Mhm."

What they're looking at is a selfie taken on the beach where the first met, on that very day, after Andy approached and complemented Remington's tattoos. Remington's hair is dusty blonde and wet from the sea and beside him, Andy is wearing sunglasses and a cap and smiling sweetly.

"Wow," Remington mumbles, "that's us?"

"That's us. I looked different back then, obviously."

"You hair...is so long."

Andy hums. "Maybe I should grow it out again."

"No, I like it like this."

"You do, huh?"

"It's hot." Remington's eyes shift to Andy's. "So what happened that day? We look very...very just like friends."

"We were very just like friends," Andy says, "that's the day we met. You were pissing off your brothers. Apparently, you used to piss in their beds."

Remington scoffs. "Ew, I was a dick."

"For real, you were. You were a dick to me, too. Asking why I had long hair, what I was doing 'being a loser loner' at the beach. Ray of sunshine, really."

"What were you doing on your own?"

"Looking around the area because I was looking at houses to buy."

The boy looks back at the photo. "So how did we get the photo it I was a dick to you?"

"Oh, it was pretty easy to make you like me. I just complimented your tattoos and told you I was in a rock band and voila! You wanted to be my bff."

"Bff?"

"Best friend forever."

"Oh, right. So did we become...best friends forever?"

"Well, do I look like your best friend to you?"

"Gonna go out on a limb and say...no? I'm guessing best friends don't..."

"No, best friends don't tend to do that."

Remington giggles. "So you complimented me a ton, made me think you were cool, and then I took this?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

"Okay."

"And that's your hat I'm wearing."

"I wore hats?"

Andy laughs. "It was the only time I saw you wearing one."

"So...next photo?"

On the phone, Andy swipes. The next picture is of the two in Andy's car, grinning with ice creams in hand. "This was that day," he explains. "You didn't wanna talk to your brothers because you guys didn't get along at the time, so you came with me downtown and I bought you an ice cream." Andy smiles at the thought. "You spent the afternoon with me. Trusting little thing, you were, getting into a black car with blacked out windows with a guy wearing leather on a beach who offered you an ice cream if you came with him." He chuckles. "I knew you were clever, though. You knew I wouldn't do shit to harm you."

Remington leans in to get a better look at the screen. "I look like a child."

"Mm, you were young. Not a child, mind. You were eighteen."

"And now I'm twenty-six. So I've known you for...eight years?"

"That's right. It's a long time, huh?"

"It is." He swipes to the next photo. "The hell is happening here?"

"Oh, right," says Andy with a chuckle, looking at his husband. "That was when you practically broke into my new place and asked to stay for a couple of nights to escape your brothers, who were being mean, apparently."

"I broke in?"

"Well...kind of. You just sorta let yourself in. It was strange. And strangely enticing."

"Did you let me stay?"

"Of course I did. It was a good few days with you. I think you took this on the first night."

"But why like that, though?"

"You mean why the cream on our faces? Yeah, we got bored, so we had a food fight of sorts."

Remington raises an eyebrow. "Sounds like fun."

Andy nods in agreement. "It was fun. It was the most fun I'd had for a while. I almost didn't want you to leave and go back home when you did."

"You hugged me," the singer says suddenly. "When I said I had to go 'cause...'cause Sebastian kept calling, you hugged me and told me I could...you said I was always safe and welcome there if I needed some place away from them."

At this, Andy's eyes light up. "That's right, love. That's just what happened. I told you to come round anytime you needed a break and someone to treat you like an adult. I'm so happy you remembered."

"And then I went back, like, the next week and we...you took me out for a meal. Right?"

"Yes, exactly right. I took you out."

"And you called it a...a...a date. That's the word. You said we were on a date but I was like, 'no, this is platonic,' and you laughed at me." Remington giggles now.

"And that was how it began."