Trigger warning. but idk it's really not that bad :0 also floatdownstream whenever you have internet and see this, you're so much more than you give yourself credit for. And Ima keep saying it until you believe me.

Andy invites himself into Sebastian's house, making the guitarist sit in the dining room and waiting for Emerson, who he texted, to turn up. When Emerson arrives Andy tells them both to be quiet and he talks angrily. "Do you need me to spell this out for you?" He asks sarcastically, "because it seems like you're both too fucking stupid to realise that what you're doing is fucking awful."

Sebastian opens his mouth and Andy shushes him.

"I don't wanna hear a word from you. Let me talk you through what's going on, and you two are gonna be quiet and listen. Got it?" He doesn't wait for them to nod. "Here's the situation," he begins, looking down at them with a disappointed expression. "Remington, your brother, in case you forgot, is in a mental hospital trying to recover. Because, and I assume you've forgotten this since you're acting like idiots, he had a stalker, who, by the way, tried to raped him. He lost his mind and stabbed the stalker because he was terrified out of his mind. He is not dangerous. Let me say it again in case you're too far up your own asses to hear the first time. He is not dangerous! He would never hurt a fucking fly. Yet you, his brothers, decide to use that as an excuse to not visit him! You should see how hurt he is everytime I have to tell him you didn't come. He misses you. I know." He laughs bitterly. "Hard to believe since you're acting like fucking bullies at the moment. But he does, and you should be missing him too."

Neither of them have ever heard Andy talk like this.

The man sighs before going on. "He's doing well there. You haven't even asked once about how he's doing. Do you know how fucking awful that is? He's taking care of a girl who has no one, and let me tell you, he is doing a damn good job. He is not dangerous! He is making someone feel loved even though you're making him feel so unloved. Because he's selfless, guys, incase you weren't aware. He would do anything for someone else. But for himself? Not a chance! And you know this! But you still decide to call him dangerous. So fuck you!" Andy isn't looking at them. He doesn't need to. "Yesterday he was sobbing into me. And do you know why? No? Because you fucking idiots joined another fucking band! And as if that isn't bad enough, you also played a song he wrote on his own. How do you possibly think that is okay? HOW? He was broken! He was fucking heart broken! He could hardly fucking talk!"

Sebastian glances at Emerson.

Andy shakes his head. "So here's what's gonna happen. Listening? You're gonna quit that band RIGHT NOW, and you are coming with me on Friday and you are apologising. I don't care what plans you've got that day. They are cancelled. Because your brother is trying to recover, and how can he ever do that if you two keep fucking him over like this? It stops here! No more rude comments, Emerson. No more fighting. No more excuses. No more promises you can't keep. No more! Sort yourselves out, and you can bet your asses that if you don't come on Friday, you will never have Remington as your brother again. He is this close to giving up on you." He sighs. "You should be ashamed of yourselves."

"Remi!"

The singer looks up at the door, grinning. "Kacey! Come in!"

She sits next to him on the bed, looking at his drawing. "Who's that?"

Remington smiles. "My husband. How was school?"

"Bad."

"Oh no. Why?" He closes his sketchbook and straightens his legs out, stretching.

The girl shrugs. "This girl, Millie, kept making fun of me because I don't have a dad, even though that's not my fault. I didn't ask him to leave when I was two, so..." She looks up at the older's face.

"Fuck Millie. She sounds like a bitch. And Kace, you do have a dad. You've got me."

"You're better than a dad. You're like both parents and a big brother all in one."

Remington hums. "I love that. I'll be your whole family. How's that sound?"

Kacey notices that he's wearing a tee shirt today. That's unusual. "That sounds awesome. You've got so many tattoos."

"Yep."

"They're so cool." She gently touches his arm, following the lines of the ship on his skin.

Remington doesn't mind it. "I love them."

There's a calm silence. Kacey leans her head on his shoulder and thinks about all the scars on his arms. She can't understand how he could hate himself so much when he's so perfect. "Have you ever tried to kill yourself?" She asks, the thought dawning on her.

"Mhm. A few times. I get stuck in suicidal spirals sometimes. Why?"

She shrugs. "Just wondering. Can I ask you something?"

"Sure. What is it?"

Kacey seems hesitant. She sighs. "Why doesn't my mum want me?"

"Because she doesn't know how wonderful you are. And I'm sure she wants you, Kace, she's just not good at showing it." He stretches his arms. "Come with me. Let's play some songs on the piano to get those bad thoughts to go away."

"Okay. But can you give me a hig first?" She looks up at him hopefully.

Remington smiles. "Sure I can. Come 'ere. You know what my husband always says to me? He says that everything will be okay. And he's right. As long as you have someone there for you, thing's will be okay." His hug is warm and soft and it makes Kacey feel better.

"Can you show me how to play the piano?"

"I don't think you want me teaching you, sweetie."

Kacey giggles. "Yes I do. You're the best!"

"Okay, but I did warn you."

The girl gets off him and follows him down the hall, and she can't remember ever feeling this safe with her mother. And that's the thing; Remington isn't her mother. Or her father. He's Remington, he's here, and he cares.