Trigger warning: Mentions of suicide, depression, eating disorders

Remisaloser: I swear I can't put my phone down for one second without Andy changing my username. Srsly?? Babe I love you but piss off :))

AndyBiersack: Oh no! My fingers slipped! it was supposed to say 'Remisawhinybitch' oops!

User 1: @andybiersack I wonder where else your fingers have slipped...

User 2: @user1 Lmaoooo that's why Remington is a whiny bitch

Remisaloser: @user1 @user2 I can confirm that you are 100 percent correct. His fingers have DEFINITELY slipped there

AndyBiersack: @Remisaloser jesus fucking christ u have no boundaries

Remington looks up from his phone when he's tapped on the shoulder, smiling at his big brother.

"Nice to see you," Sebastian says, sitting down at the table the younger is at. "Good to know you're alright. We were worried you'd run away."

"Sorry I didn't call," the boy responds, playing with the beads around his wrist, "me and Andy have been trying not to spend too much time on our phones."

"How is Andy?"

"Not great. Found him hysterically crying and he wouldn't stop for hours. Says he's a forty two."

"Damn, I'm sorry. That's rough. And how about you? You doing okay?"

Remington shrugs. "I guess."

"Be honest now, bub."

"I'm just tired."

"Yeah?"

He nods. "Just...I don't know how to really look after Andy and myself, too. He always does it so well, but how?"

Sebastian nods sympathetically. "You gotta remember that you're just as important as him."

"But how?"

"By looking in the mirror and saying 'I am an important motherfucker."

Remington rolls his eyes. "Fuck off."

"No really, you should try it."

"You're a dick."

Sebastian hums, humoured. "Yep. Oh, guess what? I got an email from Epitaph Records. They wanna sign us."

Remington looks at his brother, surprised. "They do? Wow, was not expecting that. That's great!"

"Yeah, really great. We have to perform for them, of course, and they want to start recording the new album as soon as we sign."

"Straight away?"

Sebastian nods.

"But..." he sighs, "I don't think I can."

"Why not?"

Remington looks down. "'cause I can't focus on recording and on not relapsing and on making sure Andy's not gonna try killing himself and-"

"We'll make it work," Sebastian cuts in quickly, not wanting to let the opportunity pass. "Give it a try, bub, please?"

"But what if I 'give it a try' and then suddenly I'm having another heart attack and Andy's killing himself and then we're both dead?"

"That's not gonna happen."

"Easy for you to say. You don't live every second with us."

"It's our band, too, y'know?"

"Yes, I do know. So what? You'd rather prioritise the band that me and Andy?"

"No," Sebastian says, "but won't you just be upset if you didn't take this chance?"

"Well I think I'd be more upset if I was in hospital again, don't you? So-oh, Andy's calling. One sec." He answers the phone and holds it to his ear. "Hey Andy. No, I'm with Sebastian. Yep, just him. You what? Say that again. Oh shit, okay. No no, it's alright. I'll be right there. Yeah. Okay. Good idea. Okay. Love you too. See you in a minute." He looks at his brother. "So Andy's come home from the studio with a migraine, so I'm just gonna," he stands up, "go make him something to eat. See ya."

Sebastian watches him go, sighing. He hasn't been able to have a proper conversation with Remington for months.

On the way out, Remington buys Andy a takeaway cup of sweet coffee and a muffin, walking home and sipping the drink once or twice. "I'm here," he announces, closing the front door, and Andy sluggishly appears from the living room, a hand to the side of his head. "Come on, sit down. I got you some sweet things, here."

"You're an angel," Andy says, taking the drink and going back into the living room. "Dunno why it's come back."

"Stress, probably. Muffin?"

"Angel," Andy repeats, after sipping the drink. "How's Sebastian?"

"Apparently Epitaph wanna sign us." He sits on the couch and lets his husband lie with his head situating his lap. Remington plays with Andy's hair. "Sebastian said they want us to record the new album with them as soon as we've signed."

"You don't want to?"

"I don't know. Don't wanna spend hours and hours everyday in the studio, not right now."

Andy hums.

Remington sighs. "There's just a lot happening."

"I know, kitty, I know."

They stay there for a while, Andy sitting up to drink the coffee, and even gets Remington to share the muffing with him. Andy, in the early evening, goes to bed, hoping sleep will kill the migraine, and wakes a few hours later for a glass of water.

The next morning, Remington makes them both breakfast, struggling to eat his own but reminding himself that it's for Andy. He's forwarded the email Sebastian got about Epitaph, reading it over and wondering what to do about it. Maybe if he just ignores it then it'll go away.

Abigail calls but he doesn't pick up. In fact, he finds that he's almost dreading tomorrow's session. He knows he can't avoid her forever and that it's only gonna end badly for his mentality, but isn't sure if he feels comfortable talking to her at the moment.

Andy spends the best part of the day in bed sleeping off the migraine.