Trigger warning: Mentions of eating disorders.

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Andy gets out the car when the person stops moving. He uses the flashlight on his phone, gasping when he finally sees who it is. For a moment, he says nothing, does nothing. And then he says, in that voice Remington missed so dearly, "d'you need help?"

The boy crumbles into the wet grass, trying to muffle his sobs. He didn't want Andy to see him like this, not after being apart for six months. And yet, at the same time, Andy is the only one he feels okay with right now.

"Let me drive you home," the older suggests, not sure what to really say.

Remington can't look at him.

"You're soaked, kitty," Andy says, the pet name slipping out. He knows Remington heard it because the boy looks up at him, hair sticking to his face, eyes red and wet and sad. He crouches close to him, not fully being able to believe that they're ran into one another like this. Perhaps fate really is real.

Remington averts his eyes and claws at the dirt and the grass, shivering.

Andy shines the flashlight at Remington's hands, sees the reddened knuckles. His heart sinks. Even though the boy looks healthy now; he's got muscle, his bones aren't showing so severely, he's no where near as recovered as he's supposed to be. "Come on, it's okay. I'll drive you home," the man soothes, trying not to blind Remington with the flashlight.

"Are you-" he sucks in a breath "-are you sure?"

"Of course. Here, let's get you off the grass." Andy offers a hand.

Remington looks at his face and then his hand and then his face again, before accepting the help.

One hand holding his phone, the other holding Remington's hand, Andy guides him towards the car, opens the passenger door for him, closes it once he's inside. "I won't ask what happened," he says, once he's driving. "I don't know if I'm someone you'd wanna tell."

The car is warm. Remington can feel the hot air blowing at him. He forgot how much he missed this car. He rubs his eyes, hands trembling. "Wouldn't know where to start," he mumbles, feeling so vulnerable and so safe all at once. "You need to turn right here."

Andy glances at him. "Oh, you moved?"

Remington nods. "Right again," he says, "it's that house." He opens the door when Andy pulls into the driveway, looks at the man. "D'you wanna maybe...come in?" His question is shaky. He realises he might be crossing a line.

At first, Andy is a little surprised. But then he smiles, pulls the ley from the ignition. "Sure," he says, and gets out.

Unlocking the door is difficult, what with the shaking and the numb fingers. Remington feels like an idiot.

"Let me help," whispers Andy over his shoulder, taking the key from his fingers and pushing it into the lock. He lets Remington turn the handle and open the door, handing the key back and following him in.

Remington shows Andy into the living room. It's smaller than the one they had together. Nice, though. He sits on the couch, still wet and muddy and cold. "You look really pretty," he compliments, now he can see the man properly.

"So do you," Andy returns. He looks around the room. "D'you wanna shower or something? You're really shivering a lot."

Remington shrugs.

"I'll run you a bath if you like. I know you like baths." He sits beside the boy. "Y'know I never stopped loving you, right?"

"I know. Me neither." He yawns. "I'll go shower."

Andy smiles. "Okay."

The boy gets up, rubs his eyes.

"Do you want me to go?"

"No, please. Stay."

Andy finds the kitchen while Remington is showering. He makes tea and is sitting in the living room when the younger returns. "Warmed up?" He asks, looking at Remington, who's put on a onesie. "I made you tea."

Remington sits next to him, picks up the mug. "Thanks," me murmurs, "I-uh-I was running away from my boyfriend."

"Oh no, why?"

"He ordered pizza," Remington begins, sipping the tea before continuing. "I ate it 'cause I had to, and then I...he found out, so I left."

"He didn't know?"

The boy shakes his head. "No, I-how do you tell someone that shit?" He sips the tea again. "This is gonna sound weird but I really missed your tea."

"D'you love him?"

"No."

Andy is relieved. "Does he love you?"

"Dunno."

"What's your number, Rem?"

The question makes Remington cry. He hasn't been asked that for so long. "Forty something, maybe." He wants to ask for a hug. "I started taking them again."

Andy doesn't ask what he means. He already knows. "Oh Remington," he whispers.

"I haven't told anyone. Can't." The words reduce to a whisper. "I don't know what to do."

"Ask for help?"

"How? How, Andy? I can't even-they all think I'm better."

This is Remington asking him for help. Andy knows it is. "You don't need to hide it," he says, "they all just want you to be happy." When he looks at the boy again, he sees the same boy who begged him to kill him because it was too much. "You deserve to be happy."

"Are you happy?"

"Not really. Haven't been for a long while."

Remington plays with his fingers. "Are you with anyone?"

"No." He takes one of his hands. "I think the universe wanted us to meet tonight, y'know?"

"You do?"

"I do."

The boy looks down. "I don't want you to go," he admits.

"I'm not going," Andy assures, "I'm gonna come home."

Remington looks at him with big brown eyes, so hopeful. "Really? You mean it?"

"I gonna come home," the man repeats, "'cause I've missed you so much and I love you so much and I think we just need each other."

That's all it takes for Remington to burst into tears. He leans into Andy and the feeling of his arms around him make him almost dizzy. "I missed you so bad," he cries, "missed you all the time."

"Me too."

Remington calls Kieran, explains that they need to break up. Only once he's done that does he kiss Andy, the two of them ending up in tears at the relief of it all. They lie in Remington's bed, the younger, for once, not wearing pyjamas, and it's like the six months apart never happened. It feels right again.

The world feels right again.