Mentions of sex.

In the kitchen, Andy fills the kettle and opens the cupboard for mugs, glancing across the room at where Remington is leant against the side, brows furrowed as though deep in thought. "Get the milk, will ya'?" Andy asks, pointing at the fridge beside the singer.

Remington nods but his eyes are still glazed over. He pulls the fridge open and picks up the bottle of milk. "Here," he says, putting it down by the kettle and trying to stop his confused eyed from darting down to Andy's crotch.

"Thanks." The word does nothing to bring Remington from his daze. Andy knows the look on his face well. It's the one he would give him anytime he wanted sex. "Are you having any?" He asks.

"Huh?"

"Tea? Are you having any tea?"

"Oh, uh...no thanks."

Andy hums, turning back to the kettle and waiting for it to boil. "So...what's it like staying with Emerson?" He asks to fill the silence.

"He's very boring," Remington replies. "I like the painted walls though."

"With all the fairies and shit? Me too, it's gorgeous."

"Uh...fairies?"

"They're, like, people with wings. I think that's what's on his wall."

Remington nods. "Fairies," he says again, "I didn't know that."

Smiling, Andy opens a cupboard and retrieves a tin of biscuits. "I think some people are fairies. It's just that they've lost their wings on the way down to earth."

"That's very poetic. Who d'you think is a fairy?"

"Well..." He smiles and winks at he boy. "I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you."

Remington hums. "Are you a fairy?" He asks brightly, adding, "I think you could be."

"Do you?"

"Well, yeah. You're pretty enough."

"I'm gorgeous, I know," Andy jokes. He picks up the kettle now the water is ready and says while he's pouring it into the mugs, "how's things with your band?"

Remington blinks statically. "My band? Fine. I think. It's confusing."

"Mm."

"What about you?"

"Hm?"

"Like, how are you?"

Andy smiles. "Oh, y'know. I've been better."

"Of course. Silly question."

"No, it's nice." He replaces the kettle and unscrews the cap on the milk bottle. "I'm glad your band's okay. It'd be sad if it didn't work out."

Remington decides the best thing to look at is the floor. "Sebastian said you told him I can have the spare room."

"That's right."

"Thank you."

"No problem." He adds milk to each of the mugs. "How come you and Amber can't just share the bed, anyway?"

"We had a fight."

"Ah."

"Yeah, we have a lot of fights."

"I see."

Remington sighs. "But it's normal, right?"

"Fighting with your girlfriend?"

"Yeah."

Andy shrugs. "Depends on the relationship. In my opinion, if you're really that into eachother, you'd be able to overlook things that might cause fights."

"Oh."

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure it's fine." He steps towards the fridge to put the milk back. "And even if it isn't fine, you're young and there's nothing wrong with working out what you like before you settle down."

Remington steps back when Andy gets closer. He forces his eyes to stay on the ground instead of allowing them to wander. "What d'you mean?" he mumbles. He hears the fridge close and then he looks up.

Andy is looking back at him, sunglasses removed. "I mean," he begins, trying not to slip up and accidentally say 'you're gay.' "That it's okay to experiment, or whatever. You know? See what you like, what turns you on, what turns you off. It's normal."

"Turns me on?"

"Oh, right. It just means that something or someone makes you, like, feel things."

"Things?"

Andy wants to laugh. "Y'know. Things." He nods down at Remington's crotch, hoping he gets the point.

"Oh. Oh," the younger says, flushing. "I should know that."

"Don't sweat it, love. It's cute."

Remington looks away.

"You okay?" Asks the elder.

"Mhm."

"Sure?" He's amused now. It's obvious something's on Remington's mind. "What's up?"

Averting his gaze again, Remington tries to calm himself, but it's no use and he thinks he might explode. "Nothing," he insists.

"You and Amber, have you slept together?"

Remington's eyes shoot up at the question. He looks at Andy with a strange amount of concentration. "Uh...yeah."

"I see."

"Why?"

"No reason. Just curious."

"Okay." He watches Andy open the biscuit tin. "Curious about what?"

Andy shrugs innocently.

Remington frowns. "What's it like to be, uh, turned on?"

"Oh." The man smiles, tries to keep from showing his thoughts. "Well, your body is sorta asking you for intimacy. It's telling you that whoever it is that's turning you on should touch you, kiss you, whatever. When it happens, you'll know." He leans against the counter. "You might get hard or hot or achy. It varies."

"Hard?"

Andy can't tell if he genuinely doesn't know or if he's just playing dumb, but either way, he doesn't mind. "Your dick," he says bluntly. "Your dick might get hard."

"Oh, right." He flushes again.

"It should definitely get hard during sex."

"Yeah."

Andy hums and smiles. "Makes sense?" He checks.

Remington nods.

"Good."

"Thanks."

"Anytime. Happy to help." He looks at the mugs of tea.

"If we're husbands, does that mean we had sex?"

Andy chuckles. He can't help it. "That's right."

"And that made me..."

"Hard?"

Remington nods hesitantly.

"I'd have been worried if it didn't."

"Oh."

"Why?"

"No reason."

"Mm, okay." Andy looks at picks up a mug and sips the tea. "We better take these in there," he suggests, though Remington doesn't move to help him. "Hello? Are you there?"

Remington blinks and looks at the man. "Sorry?"

"Help me carry these in there."

"Okay."

Andy picks up a mug in each hand, passing them to Remington carefully and raising an eyebrow. "Thanks," he says, amused, and picks up two more to carry himself. When he turns back around, Remington is staring right at him.