Sorry for taking so long to update!! I've just finished sixth form (college) and should now have more time to write, though do have a job four days a week. Just comment on a recent chapter if I've not updated for a while and I'll do my best!! Also about Temptation – I'm currently writing it as an original novel and so am not sure I can update it as I might accidentally spoil the book. Anywho, on to the chapter.

Trigger warnings: Brief mentions of suicide/self harm.

Andy looks towards the door when it opens. "Afternoon," he mumbles, bored. Then he straightens up and says with surprise, "Remington, you came. "

"Uh...yeah."

"It's nice to see you." He looks at Sebastian. "No Emerson today?"

"Oh, no. He's working on his animation."

"Are you the man from the bedroom?" Remington asks.

Andy sends Sebastian a confused expression. "The man from the bedroom?"

"Yeah, the, uh, the man who, uh..."

"His memory is going again," says the guitarist, "we're going to see his doctor tomorrow about it."

Andy frowns. "Oh, okay." He turns to Remington. "Yes, I am the man from the bedroom. Come sit next to me." He pats the bed. "I've missed you."

Remington steps towards the bed. "Okay."

"You know who I am, yeah?"

The younger sits on the bed and nods. "You're-you're Andy," he mumbles, "Andy with the blue eyes."

"I'm gonna let you two talk," Sebastian tells them, "I'll be in the reception room, okay Rem?"

"Okay."

"Thanks for coming," Andy says once Sebastian has left. "You're wearing my shirt. It looks good."

"I know."

"Yeah?"

Remington nods. "'Cause you wore it when you...shit, the word's gone. Fuck." He goes quiet and then adds, "man, this is so annoying, 'cause I know what I wanna say, I just don't remember the word."

"Try describing what the word means."

"It's when you, uh, kneel down and ask someone to marry you."

Andy smiles. "Propose?"

"Yes, propose. You wore it when you proposed."

"I did," the man confirms.

"Sorry, I don't know why I keep forgetting words. It's so irritating." He sighs. "I mean, I do know. It's 'cause I smashed my head in."

"It's okay, love, I don't mind. I'll help you remember them."

"Thanks."

"How's your week been? What've you been up to?"

Remington moves closer to Andy and says, "I wrote a, uh, a... Oh, for fuck's sake."

"A song? You wrote a song?"

"Yes. I wrote a song. And I had lunch with-with Lonny. I think. Is that his name?"

"That's right."

"Okay, good. He's nice. He paid for me."

Andy chuckles. "Oh no, are you dating my best friend? That's awkward."

"Well am I wearing his shirt?"

"You're a cutie."

"Shush up." Remington looks around the room. "How come it's all so weird in here?"

"Because they make it so I can't find anything to kill myself with. A bit excessive if you ask me, but whatever."

"Why do you want to die so bad?"

"It's because of a lot of things, to be honest. I kinda reached breaking point."

"I hope you feel better," the younger says sincerely, "because you don't...shit. You don't, uh, deserve-that's the word-you don't deserve to feel this sad."

Andy smiles at him. "Thankyou, I appreciate that. And you remembered the word!"

"I know!" Cheerfully, he adds, "I miss you, y'know?"

Now, the elder says, "you do? That's really good to know."

"Because I remember you all the time now. 'Cause you're Andy with the pretty blu eyes and you're my...my..." He groans in annoyance. "Husband. That's it. You're my husband. And you know how I know that?"

Andy hums. "Why's that?"

"'Cause the, uh, the wedding was at my favourite place by the sea." He pauses. "Is that what's it called? Sea?"

"That's right, love. On the sand, yeah?"

"Yeah, sand. Good. Thanks, Andy."

"So you're memory, is it, like, getting worse again, or..."

Remington shrugs and sighs. "I don't know. Sometimes I kinda forget where I am and it's a little...a little scary, but most of the time I just, like, forget words or who someone is until they tell me their name. Like I knew I recognised you when I came in but I couldn't, like, put a name to you until you told me who you were."

"Well I'm glad you're here either way, even if you don't know who I am."

"I know who you are. You're Andy my husband and you have the best eyes and we got married on the...the beach, and you proposed in this shirt and we...we had...shit. The word is...wait, I know it. Sex. We had sex in your bedroom like a month ago. I think a month. I'm not sure. But it felt nice and you made me remember that I'm not...straight." He looks at Andy for reassurance after speaking.

The man smiles encouragingly. "It felt nice, did it?"

"Yes, it felt very nice."

"I'm glad to hear it."

Remington giggles.

"Wow, never thought I'd miss that so much."

"Miss what?"

"Your cute little laugh. I love it so much."

"Shh."

Andy chuckles. "How have you been lately?"

"Me? Not bad. Apart from when I forget what's going on. But I like staying with Emerson and Shy, they're really nice. And Shy does good makeup."

"She does. She's great at it."

"She did mine yesterday, I took a picture. Wanna see?"

Andy grins. "Of course I wanna see!"

"Okay, here." He finds his phone in his pocket, giving it to Andy without turning it on. "I forget how the password," he explains, "Emerson keeps having to tell me. He said you know it."

"I do." The man types in the four numbers, unlocking it and going to the gallery. "You could use your fingerprint, then you wouldn't have to remember a password."

"You can do that?"

"Yeah, I'll show you in a sec. Oh wow, you look gorgeous in this! You're such a hottie."

Remington fake-gags. "Ew, hottie. Disgusting." He giggles. "I like it."

"Mm, cute."

"Show me the finger thing?"

"Which finger thing? I know a couple."

"The phone one."

Andy smiles. "Sure thing." He opens the phone settings.

"What other finger things are there?"

"Let's save that for another day when I'm not in here, alright? They might kick me out otherwise."

"Okay."