Trigger warning

In the visiting room, Andy puts a large giftbag down on the floor, opening his arms for Remington and kissing the boy's head before pulling him into a hug. "You're shaking," he whispers, "what's wrong?"

Remington drops his head onto Andy's shoulder. "Jus' had a panic attack," he mumbles, "like two minutes ago."

"Oh sweetie, I'm sorry. That's not nice. How bad was it?"

The young singer rubs his eyes. "Pretty bad. 'm having a bad day." He sighs. "I thought Emerson and Sebastian were coming."

Andy hums, swaying side to side slowly. "They should be here soon. I wanted to see you first before they arrive. I know the whole thing is making you upset."

"Upset and stressed and anxious. I wanna slap them both."

"I know. Come sit down with me." He smiles when Remington lifts his head up and looks at him. "I told them to be gentle, okay?"

Remington looks at his blue eyes and pokes his cheek gently. "I want your face," he whines, "it's so perfect."

The older ruffles the younger's unspiked hair. "Your eyes are fucking beautiful. And your nose. And sweetie, your lips are fucking perfect."

"Shut up please."

"Never," Andy whispers, touching Remington's bottom lip with his thumb.

The boy pouts. "What did you get for Kacey?" He steps back and sits on the couch.

Andy picks up the gift bag. "Two colouring books, a set of gel pens and a set of felt tip pens, a beginners piano book, and some cupcakes that I made yesterday. Oh, and a card with twenty pounds inside. I wrote my number, your number, and the home phone number inside the card for her."

"You made cupcakes? Aw, that's so cute! You never make me cupcakes."

"If I made you cupcakes, would you eat any?"

Remington shrugs. "No, but it's the thought that counts."

"How has your eating been going?"

"Fine, mostly."

Taking Remington's hand, Andy looks at his knuckles, satisfied with how there are no new scars. "Is that good fine or bad fine?"

"Just fine."

Andy isn't convinced, but lets it go, seeing as Remington isn't as thin as when he arrived here. "Well you're not shaking anymore, so that's good," he observes.

"'s 'cause you're here, 'n I love you."

"You're being ridiculously adorable today."

Remington whines. "Am I not adorable everyday?" He's just finishing the sentence when the door opens, and huffs when his brothers come into the room. "Oh great," Remington says under his breath, "they're here."

The two men sit on the other sofa in the room, neither of them too sure what to do or how to start the conversation that they know they have to have. Andy looks from them to Remington, sighs, and talks up. "Right, you two. Apologise," he demands.

They look at eachother, wondering who's gonna talk first. Eventually Sebastian does. "Look, Remington, we're sorry, okay?"

Remington wats for him to carry on but he doesn't. "That's it? That's all you wanna say? You're sorry? That's supposed to make it all fine, is it?" His hand is squeezed.

"Oh come on, we're trying," Sebastian insists.

"You're trying? That's you trying? And has it ever occured to you that maybe just saying sorry isn't fucking enough?"

"Will you calm down?"

Remington raises an eyebrow. "You joined another band and played my song without even fucking asking, and you want me to calm down? Right, well you can shut the fuck up. I'm having a bad day as it is without you coming in here and telling me to calm down." He glars at the two of them. "What about you, Emerson, got anyting to say?"

The drummer looks away. "It's really not that bad."

"You know what, I'm done. Go home. I'm gonna give Kacey her birthday presents and she'll actually be fucking nice to me. Come back when you've learnt some fucking manners." He stands up and picks up the girt bag. "Thanks, Andy, you're perfect."

"Remington, for God's sake," Sebastian tries, annoyed with how easily the boy is upset.

"You don't even believe in God, Sebastian, so shut your mouth and go away." With his free hand, he pulls open the door, sending Andy a look that says 'sorry, it's not your fault,' before storming out and down the hall.

Emerson rolls his eyes. "God, when did he get so dramatic?"

"Don't you dare turn this around onto him," Andy warns threateningly. "He literally had a panic attack two minutes before I got here. He's stressed because Kacey is going home soon and her mother neglects her and he fucking cares for her like a parent, he's having to eat way more than he's happy with, and you two come in here telling him to calm down and not even mention that you miss him. So this! This is all on you."

"How? How is this on us? We're just trying to get on with our lives."

Andy shakes his head, angry at how insensitive they're being. "And you think that Remington wants to be here? You think he likes being stuck here? He can't leave without being with a doctor, he can't go to the bathroom on his own, he can't use his phone or wear any jewelry apart from rings, he has to go to bed at the same time every night, he has scheduled times for showers and group therapy every two days, he can't see me whenever he wants, and his brothers aren't fucking visiting. Yet you think it's okay to just carry on like none of this is happening? Have you forgotten about everything that's happened? Have you forgotten about him? Because honestly? I'm so fucking tired of your bullshit. You two keep fucking him over and then blaming him for being dramatic. It's pathetic and immature and it's fucking hurting him! For fuck's sake, he has been hurt enough, don't you think? Get a fucking grip. He needs you. And right now, he thinks you hate him."

Remington finds Kacey in her room, visibly sad because it's her birthday and no one has said anything about it. He knocks on the doorframe, since the door is open, and both girls look up from what they're doing. "Hey Kace, I'm done with the visit if you wanna come sit with me."

She gets off her bed. "That was a short visit."

The older hums, offering his free hand for her to take. "Yeah. I got mad at my brothers and stormed out. Happy birthday!"

"You remembered?"

"Course I did. We got you something," he says as they descend the stairs down to his room.

Kacey looks up at him for a moment. "Really?"

Remington smiles. "Mhm. Really." They get to his room and he opens the door, sitting on the bed with the girl and handing her the gift bag. "Andy brought it over when he visited today. Here, have a look."

The girl is hesitant, like she can't believe someone's gotten her an actual gift bag. She's never given gift bags. "It's all for me?" She asks, looking inside and seeing there are quite a few things, all neatly wrapped in blue and pink paper.

"All for you, sweetie. You deserve it."

"Oh my God, there's so much."

Remington watches her carefully pull the things out of the bag, taking it from her once it's empty and leaning over to put it on the floor. She opens the card first, carefully tearing the envelope open and sliding the card out. On the front there's a picture of a kitten. "That's Jenny," Remington says, noticing that it's a photo of their cat.

"She's so cute!"

"Isn't she just?"

Kacey opens the card. Inside there's neat writing in a purple pen. To Kacey, happy birthday!! Buy yourself something nice with this! We love you, Remington and Andy x. Underneath there are three phone numbers written, labelled with who they belong to. She looks at the twenty pound note and then up at Remington. "This is...wow."

The singer smiles, taking the envelope and putting it in the empty gift bag.

"Can I open it?" The girl asks, picking up one of the wrapped presents.

"You don't need to ask. They're for you."

Underneath the paper, which Kacey wrips, is a pack of thirty five gel pens, all brightly coloured and obviously pretty hig quiality. She holds them in her hands and looks up at Remington, who's smiling fondly. After a moment, Kacey puts them down beside her and picks up another present. It's the two colouring books. One of them is a theraputic book, and the other is full of different types of flowers. "They're so pretty," Kacey excitedly exclaims, "I've never had my own colouring book!"

"I'm so glad you like them."

Kacey opens the other gifts hapilly, cheered up, and hugs Remington tightly, thanking him over and over again as he keeps telling her she doesn't need to thank him, or anyone.