Trigger warning - mentions of: self harm, suicide.

Remington is quiet in therapy. He tells Abigail that he ate a cheese sandwich, explains about how Andy won't tell him what's wrong. When he gets home, Andy is still at the studio, and he doesn't get back until just after nine pm, when Remington confronts him.

"What will break my heart?" He asks, putting his hand over Andy's phone screen so he has the man's full attention.

Andy looks up and raises an eyebrow. "Can we talk about this another time?"

"No, because that time won't ever fucking come. What will break my heart?"

The man sighs. "Look, if I tell you, you're gonna hate me, and right now, I don't think I could deal with that."

"Unless you cheated on me, I couldn't hate you." Remington hesitates. "You didn't cheat, right?"

"No. God, no." The response is quick. He's not lying. Remington knows he's not lying.

"So what is it?"

Andy sighs.

"Please, just tell me. I can't see you sad like this, Andy. Please."

"Alright, just...please try and be understanding."

Remington nods straight away.

The older, with his phone in his lap, not looking at his husband, exhales, and then talks. "Jake, Lonny, CC, and Jinx...they're all moving to America (Set in England for those who forgot), and-and if I don't go with them, I'm out of Black Veil Brides, so..." He looks down, plays with his fingers as though what he's said is somehow wrong.

Eyes widening, Remington can't believe this is what Andy's been so scared of telling him. "Oh baby, why would that break my heart? It's your heart that you should be worried about. Why would I ever hate you for that?" He watches Andy struggle to find words and gets off the couch, kneeling in front of the man and taking his hands. "You're overwhelmed and that's okay. There's no need to hide all this, tiger. I'm always gonna be here for you."

Andy closes his eyes. "I don't know what to do, Remi," he admits, "I thought I could figure it out but I can't."

Remington rubs his knuckles.

"I don't wanna be out of the band. It's my band. It's my dream. I worked so fucking hard. I was homeless for the band. I can't just watch it fly to America without me. But-but if I go to America, you'll come too, right? And that means leaving your brothers and Abigail and your band. Oh my God, what the hell am I supposed to do? Remi, help me. Please. I can't deal with this. I can't." He's tearing up. Remington can hear it in his voice.

"I can't make this decision for you. I just can't."

"Please. Just...please. I keep...I keep thinking about killing myself because then I-then I wouldn't have to deal with this, and I just-I tried to handle it on my on and to work out what I'm gonna do, but...but I can't think of anything and I-oh God, what do I do?"

Remington wraps Andy in his arms. "I need you to promise me something, okay? You have to tell me when you're considering killing yourself, or hurting yourself, or doing anything bad to yourself. Please. I can't let anything bad happen to you."

"Okay."

"And this decision, Andy, it's gotta be yours. You need to do what you wanna do, okay. Not for me, or for Jake, or CC, or anyone. For you. And if that means going to America with your band and leaving me here, then I will support you and I will still love you just the same, okay?"

Andy looks at Remington. "I can't do that. I can't leave you. I don't wanna do that. If it's for me, and it's what I wanna do, that is not it. No way. I need you and I need you in the same house as me and in the same bed as me and in my arms and I wouldn't survive in another country without you. Not forever."

Remington can't help the relief he feels from hearing that. "Talk me through your options."

"I go and you come with me. You leave your brothers and your band but I have everything. I couldn't do that to you. I stay and I lose my band. That would break my heart. Or I go and you and your brothers come and we both keep our bands and we live in America. But I don't wanna live in America. I don't wanna leave this house. It would feel all wrong."

"Have you told your band mates about your dilemma? Do they know how stressed it's been making you?"

Andy shakes his head. "I'm supposed to be the front man, Rem. That means I'm strong and independent and I go where the band goes. What if I'm not that person?"

The younger, looking at his lover's defeated face with sympathy, runs a hand through Andy's hair. "You don't have to be that person. I'm the front man and I am not strong or independent and I rely on the guitarist as though he's the front man. It doesn't mean I'm not worthy of my position. It doesn't mean your not worthy of your position, Andy. You're the perfect front man and you deserve it because you sing perfectly and you write killer songs and it's your passion. It's your life. It's not a personality. You don't have to be certain things to be the front man of a band. You're you and that's all anyone is asking for . You." He pauses. "And if you need to stay in England, then that's okay. Your band will not hate you. Your fans will not hate you. You still have Andy Black and that has so much potential and if you dedicated all your time to that, think of what it could be. Maybe letting your band go is something that's gonna help you."

"They're my friends, Remi. They're all my friends. I've known them since I was a teenager. What if I never see them again?"

"Of course you'll see them again. You can visit them, they can visit you. It's just another country, honey, not another world."

Andy sighs.

"I can't tell you what to do because it's not up to me, but I can listen when you need to talk and I can cuddle you and stop you from doing yourself harm, so please don't close up again. It's torture for both of us."

And we all know how much Remington loves torturing himself.