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Trigger Warnings: Suicide, depression.

Andy is annoyed at the inability to be away from the brothers. They refuse to let him go home on his own because it's obvious he'll just try again, so Sebastian decides to stay with him while Emerson goes to find Remington. "I'm a grown man," he insists, while they're driving home. "I can look after myself."

Sebastian scoffs. "You've been shouting about killing yourself since you woke up."

"Yeah, and your point is what?"

"My point is I won't leave you alone because I know you're gonna just do it again."

"That's my plan, yes. I don't know how you think you being in my house will stop me."

"Andy, c'mon. Think about this."

The man dramatically rolls his eyes. "I have, thank you. Stop telling me what to do."

Sebastian shakes his head, pulls into the driveway, and stops the vehicle. He looks over at Andy, who huffs, opens the door, and gets out. "Just take some time," the younger tries, following him up to the front door. "Before you OD again. Sleep on it."

"I'll sleep after, thanks. Stop hassling me." Andy unlocks the door and slams it behind him, purposefully so, using the extra seconds it takes Sebastian to open it again to run up the stairs and into the bathroom. He's caught at the top and kicks at Sebastian. "Let go," he begs, "please. I need to."

"No, you don't. You don't. Just calm down."

"Yes, I do! I need to! I'm fucking sick of this! I just walked in on my husband making out with a girl, Sebastian! He fucking called me the f-word! I can't live like this anymore! I can't do it! Let me go!"

Sebastian resells him to the ground, grabbing his hands and holding them still. "No. Look at me. I know you're in pain. I know you're in a lot of pain, but this isn't what to do, Andy. You know that. You've spent your life preaching about people fighting through it, and what? You're just gonna give up? Andy, hey, look." He releases one of his hands to place his palm flat on Andy's cheek. "Please, look at me. I need you to listen."

Andy lifts his wet eyes to meet Sebastian's sad ones.

"Think about this. Please. You're worth more than suicide, Andy, you are. I promise, you are. And I know how alone you feel and that's okay. You're allowed to feel like this. You're allowed."

Andy's breath is heavy, Sebastian notices.

"But even though you feel like there's no way you can continue after what happened, I promise you with all I have that you can. Because you're capable of it, Andy, you are. You're capable of so much more than suicide. You're not gonna die like this. I won't let you. You're not gonna die in pain and emptiness and heartbreak because that isn't fair. Not on you, Andy. You deserve more than that. You deserve love and happiness and a full life. Please, don't take that away from yourself. Don't."

"I need to," Andy says, shoulders rising and falling heavily.

Sebastian strokes strands of un-washed hair from his forehead. "I know it feels that way right now, but it's not true. You're not gonna die like this."

"Please," the man whispers. A few tears slip down his cheeks. "Please, just...I need it to stop. Please."

"It's going to be okay. You need to keep going so it can be okay." He wipes the tears away and Andy bows his head. His anger has gone now. "You're not gonna die like this," Sebastian repeats quietly, "I won't let you die like this."

Andy closes his eyes and sucks in a breath. "I need it all to stop," he mumbles.

"I know, love. I know you do. Not like this, though, okay? Don't make it stop like this." After speaking, he gently puts his fingers beneath Andy's chin and lifts his head to face him again. "It's okay," he whispers. "I'm right here and I'm gonna help you. It's gonna be okay."

"I don't want help. I want it to stop."

"Baby, I know," Sebastian whispers, continuing to stroke his hair. "I know you want it to stop. I want it to stop for you, but I just- I can't let you stop, too."

Andy lifts a hand and wipes his eyes. The hand is shaking. "I can't...I can't do it," he stutters, trailing his hand over his mouth before letting it drop weakly. Then, his head falls forwards and he sucks in an unsteady breath.

"We're gonna get you through this," the younger assures.

"Please, just let me go."

Sebastian shakes his head. "Breathe through it," he whispers.

"I don't want to breathe anymore."

There are tears in Sebastian's eyes. "I know, baby."

"Don't want to do anything anymore," Andy mumbles. His voice is small, a contrast to the confidence in his songs. "Don't wanna be here no more."

"It's gonna get better."

"It won't."

"Come here," Sebastian offers.

Andy accepts the soft embrace by leaning into the man, resting the side of his head against Sebastian's shoulder. He says no more. Sebastian draws fingers up and down his back until he's fallen asleep. Then he lifts Andy off the floor and takes him into his bedroom, tucking him into bed and dimming the lights.

"Did you find Remington?" He asks Emerson over the phone once he's returned downstairs.

"He was with Amber."

"And he's with you now?"

"Yes, and he's driving me crazy. How's Andy? Any better?"

"No, I think he's worse."

"God, I feel awful for him."

Sebastian sighs. "Me too. Remington better start remembering soon."

"I've been madly praying all evening for that to happen."

"I don't know what we'll do if he's like this forever. Andy's on the brink, Em. He's not gonna be able to cope with this much longer. I'm scared of what he might do while I'm asleep."

Emerson sighs this time. "Maybe we should get him proper help. Y'know, a hospital or something."

"What, you think we should commit him to a psych ward?"

"I don't know, maybe. We need to do something."

"Let's see how the next couple of days go, first, alright?"

"Okay," Emerson agrees.

"Try not to kill Remington, I should go check Andy's still alive." Sebastian hangs up after acknowledgment from his brother, ascending the stairs to find Andy is still fast asleep with an unhappy expression.