Trigger warning: Mentions of eating disorders, general depression.

Sitting on the hotel bed, Andy sighs. He doesn't know what to say now. Remington joins him, sits close to him. "What's wrong?" He asks.

The older shakes his head in absence of a real response. His gaze doesn't move from his lap.

"Did I do something to upset you?" Remington asks, recalling the past few days for anything he might've said that could have been hurtful.

"No, sweetheart."

The boy nods, relieved.

"It's just me being silly," Andy explains, "it's fine, don't worry about it. I'll check when the boat ride is." He turns his attention to his phone. Remington knowing that he's only doing it to avoid the conversation. He's never been one to talk about himself.

"You know it's not silly if it makes you sad," the younger says, putting his hand over the phone screen. He sighs when Andy says nothing more, prying the device from his fingers and putting it down beside him, where the man can't reach.

Andy gets up. "Look, it's fine. I don't wanna talk about it. Not in the mood."

"But-"

"Remington, it's fine," he says and takes his phone back.

The boy sighs. "No it's not," he insists, "what's wrong?"

Andy tries not to glare. He knows it's not Remington's fault and he shouldn't take it out on him. "I'll tell you later," he says flatly.

Remington watches him look for the email with the boat trip time confirmation, wondering if he should say anything else. "You know you're allowed to hurt, too."

"Please drop it."

"Andy, it's-"

"It's nothing, okay? Drop it."

"But-"

The man shakes his head. "Remington," he warns, finding the email.

"Sorry," the boy mumbles, "I'm sorry. I'll shut up."

Andy shakes his head again. "It's not your fault."

The room is quiet. Remington feels like he should remind his husband that they haven't had breakfast yet and that he's not supposed to skip breakfast, but isn't sure it's the right time, so he stays quiet.

"Boat's at half three," the man says, just to avoid the current situation of their awkward conversation. He knows Remington is waiting for him to say something more.

"Andy, what's wrong?" His voice is careful. The last thing they need is an argument.

"I don't know."

"Please tell me."

Andy sighs, looks down. "I don't wanna ruin the day," he says, "it's fine. I'll be fine."

"The day'll be more ruined if you're not okay," Remington responds, the overly comforting feeling of being hungry settling in his mind and stomach. "What's your number?"

The man shrugs.

"Ten?"

He shrugs again.

"Higher?"

"Remington, it's fine."

"Fifteen?"

"Remington, please," Andy insists, getting worked up because he wants to talk about it but doesn't know what to say.

Taking the older's hand, the boy traces his tattoos. "Twenty?"

Andy snatches his hand away suddenly. "It's fine," he snaps, sharply enough that Remington flinches and looks away.

"Sorry," Remington whispers. He's trembling.

"No, fuck, I'm sorry," the older returns hastily, realising what he's done.

Remington plays with his fingers, not stopping or looking up when Andy stands up and leaves the hotel room. He hears the door close with a click and takes slow, deep breaths to calm himself. He only moves when his phone buzzes, finding it on the table and checking who's messaged. It's Andy.

I don't expect u to wanna talk to me but u still need breakfast. Wallet's on the side. Take yourself for something nice. I've just gone to calm down.

Okay, Remington types, not mat at u btw, just startled.

He picks up Andy's wallet, pulling out a twenty euro note and getting his jacket on before leaving the room. In a pretty café, he sits and reads the menu, thankful that everything has been translated into English, like in most places here. He orders at the counter and waits quietly, deciding to text his husband again.

Just want to remind u that you're a wonderful human. Love you lots x

When his food arrives, he thanks the waiter, picks up the fork, and slowly eats, stopping when Andy messages back.

Can I come join u?

Café de Lune. Want me to order u something??

Please

See u in a few

Remington is eating when Andy arrives. He looks up when the man sits opposite. "Sorry for being so pushy," he apologises, "I'm just worried 'bout you."

"It's okay. I'd do the same thing," Andy says, feeling better knowing the boy's eating. He was worried he might've lied about getting breakfast. "Let's just enjoy the day, okay? I'll talk about it later, I promise."

"Okay."

"I'm sorry I scared you."

Remington smiles. "'s okay. Not your fault I'm so sensitive. Just don't want you to think I don't care 'bout you."

The man smiles back. "Nothing wrong with being sensitive, sweetheart. And I know, thank you for always caring."

"I ordered you waffles, by the way."

"Perfect."

"And," he grins, "finished mine!"

"You did! That's fantastic!"

Remington puts his fork onto the plate. "Y'know, it's her birthday tomorrow."

"Who-oh. You still know her birthday?"

"How could I forget it?" He pushes the empty plate away. "Anyway, not important. I don't need to think about it. Don't need to think about anything other than you, me, Paris, and that I'll probably get sea sick later."

"If you do, I'll laugh. It's a still ass river."

"Shut up."

"But you're right. Don't need to think about it ever again."

"Mhm."

Andy thanks a waiter who puts down a warm plate of waffles and picks up Remington's empty one, waiting until he's gone before saying, "tell Sebastian he could be a therapist."

Remington raises an eyebrow.

"Talked to him earlier."

"Oh, right. He's real good at calming you down, right? Always knows exactly what the fuck to do."

"Exactly."

"Well if Palaye is cancelled for some shit, I'll tell him."

Andy chuckles. "Good." He cuts into his late breakfast.

Remington sips his coffee. "Abigail said she can help with the charity thing. She knows people who support other charities to do with mental health stuff. They can help set it up. And we need to think of a name so we can start bringing attention to it for when it's launched."

"I was thinking," Andy begins, "we call it something like 'Together.'"

"Together? 'cause we'll get through it together?"

The man nods.

"I like it."

Sleepysweetierem: Been working on setting a charity up for a while now! Finally decided on a name!!! Excited to announce that our men's eating disorder charity will be called 'Together' in honour of getting through it together. More info coming soon. Meanwhile, if you're struggling, go check out the recent few posts on @prettybbyandy page. Andy's been making videos to help you eat when you're having trouble. Today's little win is that it's ex's birthday tomorrow and I don't care. Hope she has a shit one in jail. I'd send her a rude card but cba posting it.
Have a fantastic day, enjoy this old video of @sebastiandanzig and Andy having an arm restle from the first time we toured with him.