Chapter 29
Remington Leith: First of all, admire this photo please. Look at my perfect husband!!! Second, I want y'all to flood his comments with love and support because he's not doing so good at the moment. Third, we just re-stocked ALL the skirts in both stores, so go get that shit! Oh, and fourth, I love you! Sorry I've been so inactive these past few months. I'm coming out of a very depressive time and hope to see you all soon. Also I'm opening a p.o box for anyone who wants to send me drawings, letters, etc! Send stuff for Andy, too!
User 1: couple goals!!!!!
User 2: OHMYGOD CAN I HAVE YOUR HUSBAND PLEASE
User 3: All the comments: can I have your husband. Me: sad because no one loves me
RemingtonLeith: @user3 I love you!!! Always here for you
User 4: Okay but can we admire Rem's selflessness tho.
User 5: Wish I could get the skirt but my parents won't let me spend money on merch. :(
RemingtonLeith: @user5 send me a message. I'll send you a few things from the store for free. Much love x
User5: @RemingtonLeith fuck I'm crying this is the nicest fucking thing how do you exist. Everyone take notes.
User 6: Hope Andy's okay. Glad you're doing better, Remi.
User 7: I drew you and Andy. Can you look? It's on my page.
RemingtonLeith: @user7 holy fuck the talent! You're incredible!!!!
User 8: Can you reply to my dm? I need to talk to someone and I don't know who else to come to.
RemingtonLeith: I will, I promise. Busy at the moment. Spam me if it's desperate. I'll reply as soon as I can, I promise. I love you
User8: Thankyou so much. You're a life saver.
User 9: @user8 you can dm me, too!
Remington sits on the familiar sofa, greeting Abigail as she sits down. "I'm worried about Andy," he says when she asks how he is. "He had a breakdown the other night."
The woman pours him some water. "Do you wanna talk about it?"
He nods. "Well...he's been kinda down lately, you know? Like-sometimes he looks like he's about to burst into tears. And for the past few days he kept telling me he was fine when I asked what was wrong. Then the other night he wouldn't even look at me and then he-like-sank to the ground crying and saying he was sorry. He had cut himself. For four days in a row, apparently."
"How did you deal with it?"
"I told him it was okay, that I'm here for him, and I got him water and painkillers and hugged him and he fell asleep on me. I made him have a shower in the morning and kept telling him that it's okay to need help sometimes."
Abigail hums. "How was he this morning?"
"I don't know. He barely spoke. He still seems kinda out of it. I'm worried, Abi, that he's gonna do something. I don't think he's in his right mind."
"And how are you, Remington?"
The boy shrugs. "Not great. I don't know what to do."
"How's your eating going?"
"Fine, I guess. I'm eating, so..."
"That's good."
Remington looks down. "I'm still not talking to my brothers," he says, "so that sucks."
"Do you miss them?" Abigail asks.
He just nods.
"Have you told them that?"
The boy shakes his head. "No, because I'm scared. And worried. And I want Andy to be okay and I don't think he is." He sighs, rubs his eyes. "He needs to take a break but he won't."
"What do you need, Remington?"
"What?"
Abigail gives him a gentle smile. "Just because Andy is feeling down doesn't mean you have to pretend you're okay. Tell me how you're feeling."
"I don't know."
The therapist hums, watches his hands. "If Andy asked for your number, what would you say?"
He shrugs.
"Remington, I know you're confused, but you need to talk. I'm here to help, okay?"
"Thirteen. It's not that, Abi, I don't feel that suicidal. I just...I feel like I'm being a bad husband."
"You know that's not true."
Remington just shrugs again.
"Tell me why you're a bad husband?"
"'Cause he's sad and I can't help him."
Abigail frowns. "That's not true. You're a great husband, Remington. Anyone can see it. Take a breath."
"How?"
"How are you a good husband?"
Remington nods.
"Well, you talk about him like he's the most precious thing in the world, you're so supportive of him, no matter how you're feeling, and you love him like there's no tomorrow. Have faith, Remington. You're worth more than you know."
Today, Remington drives himself home from therapy, since he was feeling okay this morning and doesn't mind driving when he's not about to try and kill himself again. He opens the front foor, closing it behind him and kicking his shoes off. "I'm home," the boy calls to wherever Andy is. "Got you something on the way home!" He takes his jacket off. "Andy?"
There's no answer so he looks into the kitchen and the living room, and when Andy isn't there, goes up the stairs, checking the bedroom and opening the bathroom door. He smiles. Andy's in the bath with earphones in.
Remington kneels by the bath and Andy smiles, takes the earphones out. "Hello there," the man greets, "good session?"
"Mhm. How're you doing? Daytime bath, huh?" He takes one of the earphones from Andy and holds it up to his ear to hear what Andy was listening to. "Personally, I think the newer material is better," he says, "The Bastards is a masterpiece. You should give it a listen."
"Mm, you're cute. I like your older stuff. Reminds me of when you opened for me. And yes, daytime bath. I'm taking your advice."
"Good. I'm glad. I'm gonna make you some tea, darlin'. Oh, and I got you something."
"Coffee would be even better, if you're offering. Gimme a kiss first." He takes Remington's hand in his, dripping warm water onto the floor. "Do you know how adorable you are with your hair like that?"
Leaning forward, Remington puts a hand to Andy's face, kissing him. "Ran out of hairspray," he mumbles against the man's lips, "so...coffee?"
The man hums. "I wanna talk to you later, okay?"
"Oh, sure. About what?"
"Well," Andy begins, "I've been thinking about what you said. You know, about how I deserve to be happy of whatever? Well I think being happy, truly happy, means that I need to talk to you about how I'm feeling more. I realise that I keep things inside and I always tell you not to do that, so I should take my own advice." He kisses Remington again. "Anyway, coffee."
Remington prods his cheek and smiles. "You're a wise, beautiful man, and I love you lots." He licks the older's cheek and Andy screws his face up. "Mm, you're cute. Be right back, baby." A few minutes later, Remington returns back to the bathroom, mug in hand, handing it to Andy and sitting by the tub. "So, when d'you wanna talk?"
Coffee in hand, Andy shrugs. "Later. I need to work out what to say. But you're okay, yeah? I don't wanna dump things on you if you're not feeling so good."
"Yep, I'm good. How long've you been in here?"
Andy looks at his wrist as though he's wearing a watch. "Don't know. An hour? I used up the bottle of bubble bath."
"Good. I got you this, by the way." He holds up a toy car and Andy raises an eyebrow. "Your car got stolen and I saw this in a charity shop and it's the same, so I thought of you."
"Why are you perfect?"
"Why are you perfect?"
"You know what you should do?" He's talking into Remington's ear now, mug on the side.
Remington shivers. "What's that?"
The man draws a not so accidental finger across Remington's jaw. "Get in."
"You don't have to tell me twice, darling."
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