Trigger warning: Very brief mentions of eating disorders and suicide. It's very very brief, this is a cute chapter. Also sorry for taking so long to update, if you didn't abandon this, I love youuu

Kittycatrem: Officially been inpatient for two months. Here's a list of things I've done...
Cried.
Shouted at doctors for not wanting me to die. (And then cried)
Shouted at Andy for not wanting me to die. (And then cried)
Hugged Andy (and cried)
Hugged my brothers (and cried)
Made friends with a soft toy (Go follow her @Remsharley)
More crying
Eaten (And cried of course)
EATEN! PROPER! MEALS! AND! NOT! THROWN! THEM! UP! (Big accomplishment, please be proud)
Cried some more.
Sleep.

AndyBiersack: Soooo proud of you!!!! You're doing so fucking good!!!

"We need to sort this out," Andy begins, looking at Emerson. "We're both adults and we can deal with it maturely."

Emerson can't look the man in the eye. "I know you will always love Remington."

"I will."

"But is there not one single cell in your body that loves me?"

Andy sighs. "Not in the way you want me to. I love you as my husband's brother and as a friend, Emerson, but never as anything more."

The younger nods because he does understand. No matter how much he wishes Andy wasn't being honest, he knows the man is.

"And look, I get it, I do. You wanna hurt Rem because I hurt you and you're jealous of what he has with me. I get it. But please, don't go after him. He's done nothing to you. Go after me all you want, but leave him alone."

"I miss our old relationship. Mine and Rem's. Before all this Holly shit. Before he wanted to die all the time. Before he had anorexia and panic attacks and all of that. It's like he's someone else."

"He is, Em. He's changed completely. I remember meeting him when you guys opened for me years back, how confident he was, how much he flaunted his body around on stage. I can't believe he's the same person, sometimes. But y'know what? Why should that change our love for him? Why should that effect how we view him? How you view him. He's still your brother and your best friend and he'll never not need you."

Emerson finally looks at the man, thoughts conflicting one another. "He doesn't need me."

"Of course he does."

"I'm not a bad person, Andy, I'm not. I know I've done bad things but I'm not a bad person, I just...I don't know how to be his friend anymore. What with his eating thing and his depression, I don't know how to deal with it."

"So tell him. Don't keep doing things to threaten your bond. It's not worth it."

"How do I tell him? 'Oh hey Rem, just thought I'd let you know that I literally have no idea how to talk to you anymore. Hope you don't mind.'"

Andy shakes his head, slightly amused. "You don't need to be scared of talking about this emotional stuff with him, Em. He understands it better than anyone. His mind is a complete overload of different emotions. He'll understand how you're feeling."

"How do you know?"

"Because," the man starts, "we talk about this stuff all the time. He has to or he gets completely overwhelmed. Just be gentle with your words and your voice, don't launch into it if he seems to be having a bad day, and be honest."

"Every day is a bad day for him," Emerson mumbles.

The older rolls his eyes. "See, that's where you're going wrong. You're so quick to assume. It's like you see him on one bad day and assume that's him everyday. He doesn't have bad days everyday. Recently, he's been having really good days. Eating all his food, smiling, having his number below 25. You gotta stop assuming the worst." He checks his phone when it buzzes, reading the text from his husband.

OMG ANDY!!!!

OMG KITTYCAT WHAT!!!???

I FINISHED THAT DRAWING!!!!1

YES!! SEND PICS ;)

STFU WITH THE WINKY SHIT

SEND PICS THO

OKIE DOKES BRB

"I really should tell him?" Emerson asks, still unsure.

Andy hums. "Absolutely. Why don't you come with me tomorrow?"

"Okay."

The man smiles. "Good."

HERE ARE THE PICS!!!

Andy chuckles at the message, scrolling through the photos and snorting when he comes across a mirror selfie Remington has taken with his shirt pulled up over his nipple.

(putting their names before each message so you don't get confused)

Andy: IT LOOKS SO GOOD!!! AND SO DO YOU!!!!

Remington: I'M GETTING ABS BACK!!!! THEY'RE FINALLY LETTING ME DO A BIT OF EXCERSIZE!!!

Andy: THATS GREAT!!!! I LOVE YOUR ABS!!!

Remington: I LOVE YOUR ABS!!!

Andy: LOVE ALL ROUND FOR THE ABS!!!

Remington: I'M GOING LIVE WILL YOU JOIN??

Andy: ABSOLUTELY, GIVE ME TEN MINUTES.

Remington: YAY!!!! LOVE YOU!!!

Andy: YAY LOVE YOU MORE, I EXPECT TO SEE HARLEY, TOO. SHE'S MY FAVE

Remington: I WANNA BE YOUR FAVE

Andy: YOURE MY FAVE FAVE

Remington: YOU'RE MY FAVE FAVE FAVE

Remington: FAVE DOESN'T LOOK LIKE A WORD ANYMORE

Remington: FAVE FAVE FAVE FAVE FAVE FAVE FAVE OH FUCK

Andy: ARE YOU OK

Remington: F A V E

Andy: Babe

Remington: F A V E

"I have arrived," Andy announces when Remington accepts his request to join the live stream.

Remington grins at him.

"He was sending me pics."

The boy laughs. "Not that type of pic."

"I got a nipple." He watches the screen, smiling at Remington, who flops down onto his bed.

"I didn't even get one back," Remington complains, "I think you should show us your nipple, Andy."

"Oh, 'cause you've never seen it before," the man jokes, "only every day.

"Fuck off."

Andy laughs.

"Will you show us your nipple if I show you Harley?"

"I won't lie, I thought you were about to offer to show us your dick."

Remington snorts. "Maybe I'll show you that tomorrow."

"Yeah, don't, Emerson's coming with me."

"So...nipple?"

Andy rolls his eyes playfully as he skims through the comments, just happy to see Remington cheerful.