Okay so you might wanna sit down and take some deep breaths for the second part of this chapter, we got some juicy drama up in here.
Trigger warning - talk of depression, nothing too serious or graphic.

Remingtonconfess101: No.47: I don't wanna be that person but...I can't stand the relationship Remington has with Andy anymore. It was cute at the start, but now it's just Andy taking advantage of him because he's mentally not very stable (or physically, by the looks of his recent mirror selfies). Andy always seems so controlling over him and I'm worried about Remington.

Remington shows the post to Abigail when she comes in to talk to him, like she does three times a week. "I hate the internet," he tells her, slouched on his bed, unhappy.

"People love drama," Abigail says, handing the phone back. "You know it's not true, so don't let it get to you. Andy doesn't control you, does he?"

The boy shakes his head. "No, of course he doesn't. I love our relationahip."

"So then you need to just not engage, okay? Don't let something like this affect your recovery when you're doing so well."

Remington sighs. "It fucking sucks," he mumbles.

"I know. It's not fair. Try and be flattered. They clearly are a little obsessed with you. Take it as a compliment."

"There's obsessed and then there's shitting on Andy for literally nothing."

"Tell me how you slept last night after your day out with Andy."

Remington shrugs. "Not as well as I thought I would. I couldn't get to sleep for hours. I just kept-like-turning over and getting annoyed with the tube and the fact that I was on my own again." He lifts the covers beside him, looking for Harley.

Abigail nods. "That's not surprising. You've been getting used to a routine here and a day trip interrupted that. Even if you conscious mind didn't notice anything, your subconscious was, maybe still is, upset by the change."

"But yesterday wasn't an upsetting day."

"I know. And I understand it's confusing to not have slept well. Your mentality means you naturally feel better with routines, which is why you weren't doing well at home trying to deal with everything yourself."

Remington pulls the cover out from underneath himself. "I'm so fucked up," he whispers, shaking the covers out. "Where the fuck is she?"

"No, Remington, you're not. You're fragile. There's nothing wrong with that. What've you lost?"

"Harley," the boy says, "I must look so fucking weak if even fans can see it through photos."

"Hey, Remington, look at me. Slow down. You're working yourself into a panic attack. Take some nice deep breaths."

Remington does as she says, taking a moment to calm himself before Abigail talks again.

"Your fans have no right to comment on your mental state. They're fishing for your attention. Don't let them have it."

"But they're supposed to have it."

"No, they're not. Your attention should be on you, okay?"

Remington sighs.

"I'll have a look for Harley, alright?"

The boy nods, looks down at his hands. "Thanks," he mumbles, "sorry."

"No, no, no, there's absolutely nothing for you to be sorry for."

"Sorry," he whispers again, because he doesn't know what else to say.

Abigail kneels down to look under the bed. "Don't you apologise. Here she is, under the bed." She puts the soft toy on the bed and gets up.

Remington picks it up gratefully, sitting with it after his therapist has gone.

For lunch, Andy meets Emerson and Sebastian, the three sitting in a cafe. It's when Sebastian goes to the bathroom that Emerson drops an uninvited bomb on Andy. "There's something I need to admit," he begins, in a quiet, reserved, voice.

"Okay?"

Emerson looks straight ahead, avoids Andy's gaze. "You have to not tell anyone, specially not Rem."

The man raises an eyebrow. "What're you gonna tell me? That you're madly in love with me?"

The drummer is still.

Andy takes in a deep breath. "You're actually serious?"

Emerson nods.

"What the-Emerson, why the fuck are you telling me this? I'm married!"

"I thought you and Remington wouldn't last," Emerson says suddenly, "six months at most, I thought."

Andy shakes his head. "I can't fucking believe this. How is this helping anyone? You've got a fiance, Emerson, and I'm fucking married!"

"Shut up about being married, I fucking know that!"

"How long have you been in love with me, then?"

"Just after you got with Rem," Emerson mumbles, "it's complicated!"

"No, what's complicated is that you wait until two years after I've married him to tell me, as though that's helping anyone!"

"Andy, come on..."

"Come on, what? Divorce him to be with you? You're kidding yourself if you think that's gonna fucking happen."

Emerson sighs. "You don't really like him that much, do you? Don't you find him so fucking annoying?"

"No, I don't. Shut the fuck about Remington, this isn't about him. This is about you being a fucking idiot! Again!"

"That's not fair!"

Andy puts his head in his hands. "You are unbelievable. I can't even-what the hell is wrong with you? Did you think I would say I loved you back? I mean...what the actual hell?"

Sebastian returns.

Andy says he has to go and quickly leaves, walking home with a growing head ache. "What the fuck!" He shouts at the house.

"What was that?" Sebastian asks, "why'd he leave like that?"

Emerson looks down guiltily. "I freaked him out," he mumbles, "and I think he broke my heart."

"Broke your heart? Em, what did you say?"

"I said..." He shakes his head. "I told him I'm in love with him."

Sebastian is surprised. "Shit, just now?"

The younger nods shamefully.

"Okay. And he said he didn't love you back, I gather?"

Again, Emerson nods.

"What did you expect him to say, Em? He's married."

"I know that," Emerson half-whispers, wiping his eyes. "I just thought...oh, never mind. I was wrong and I fucked up and Remington's gonna hate me just like Andy does."

"No, you didn't fuck up," Sebastian comforts, "Andy'll get over it, don't worry. He might not even tell Remington."

"Fat chance of that."

"Well do you feel better now you told him?"

"What do you fuckin' think?"

The older offers a hug. He knows Emerson is hurt and he knows how aggressive he can get when he's hurt, specially by someone in the family. He knows this isn't going to end well.