Trigger warning

Andy Black: Yes, I know it's 3 am and I should be sleeping, but I wanted to shout out @remingtonleith, because I tried to end my own life a week ago and he's been a real fucking saviour for me, not just now, but always. Go give him love (and his brothers @emersonbarrett @sebastiandanzig) because I couldn't do it without them. I sincerely hope no one ever has to feel the way I have been recently, and I want you all to know I love you and I will miss you if you go. Stay strong. I'm gonna be pretty inactive for a bit while I work on my mental health. Know that I love you x

User 1: @andyblack fuck i hope you're okay!! I love you, you've saved my life!!!

User 2: I'm so sorry you've been feeling so down. I hope things get better, And yes, agreed, @remingtonleith is a fucking saviour. Glad you've got eachother

User 3: dude you made me cry at the thought of you being so sad. sending you all my love and more!!!! Take as much time as you need.

User 4: This is why i love you so much. You're so real. Sharing this is so fucking inspiring of you and I'm proud to have you as my idol. Stay strong!

Remington Leith: @andyblack you woke me up with all your moving about and now I'm gonna give you a cuddle so put that damn phone down!!!
User 5: @remingtonleith THIS IS CUTE AWWWW
User 6: @remingtonleith give him hugs from me and my friend.
Remington Leith: @user6 I would give him all the hugs if only he would put the damn phone down and stop ignoring me. Romance is dead
User 6: @remingtonleith @andyblack Andy put the phone down so Remington can hug you!!!
Remington Leith: @user6 I love you. @andyblack let me love you please!
User 6: @remingtonleith are we friends now?!
Remington Leith: @user6 I believe so. Hi, I'm Remington.
User 6: @remingtonleith AHHHHA I'm dying wtf is happening. Hi lmao, I'm Lucy
Remington Leith: @user6 he's still ignoring me :(
User 6: @remingtonleith steal his phone?
Remington Leith: @user 6 you could've suggested that BEFORE I poured a glass of water onto his head...
User 6: @remingtonleith LMAOOOOOO
Remington Leith: @user6 so he's not ignoring me anymore
Andy Black: @remingtonleith @user 6 thanks I needed a shower
Remington Leith: @andyblack Anytime darling. @user 6 dm me, let's be friends. You seem cool. I gtg get Andy a towel cos he's a whiny bitch
User 6: Cool!!! I will! Have a good hug :)

Andy just laughs when Remington throws a towel at him, soaking up the water and rolling his eyes. "You sure know how to make me smile, huh?"

The boy grins. "Sure do, babe."

"We're gonna have words if you keep calling me that."

Remington flops down onto the bed. "I'm scared," he mocks, "you gotta admit it's funny."

"It is funny, but now I'm wet."

"Why were you posting at 3 am, though? Can't sleep?"

Andy lies back down after flipping the pillow over to the dry side. "I woke up and couldn't stop thinking about you, so I posted that."

Andy's head finds it's way onto Remington's chest. Their positions in bed have switched recently, since Andy's been so in need of comfort. It's nice for Remington because he really sees how he's recovering now. "I'm flattered, but why did you wake up?"

The man hesitates. "Does it matter?" He asks, avoiding the question.

"Yes, dumbass, it matters. I'm not letting you keep things in anymore because it nearly got you killed, remember?" He plays with Andy's hair, now damp, and waits for a response.

After nearly a minute of not saying anything, Andy finally answers. "I wanted to...cut myself." His voice is quiet and Remington is just glad that he said it.

"You didn't, did you?" As he's asking, the younger takes Andy's hand, checking his wrist for any new slashes. The deep cut that he made when he overdosed was unbandaged yesterday at the hospital when Andy went to get it checked. It's a fairly long wound, and deep, too. It's gonna scar. Andy knows it will.

Andy smiles at how Remington is checking. "No, I didn't."

"Okay, good. Go to sleep now." He kisses his lover's hand. "I'll be big spoon tonight, okay?"

"Perfect," Andy whispers, turning onto his side and closing his eyes as Remington drapes an arm over his waist and kisses his shoulder. "You're cute when you're all dominant like this."

Remington snorts. "If you think for one second that I'm dominant, then you, my dear husband, are kidding yourself. I'm just looking after you 'cause you need it. Not dominant."

"Wow, I hit a nerve there."

The singer just shakes his head. "Sleep, darling, or I'll knock you out with a book."

"Jesus Christ, no need to get violent."

"I know right. I am jesus."

Andy laughs out loud, covering his mouth with his hand. "Shut up. You can't tell me to sleep and then make a joke like that. It's not fair."

"That wasn't even funny, you're just very tired and thought it was. I love you."

Remington Leith: Lol @andyblack called me dominant ahhahaha what a dumb thing to say. Ily babe, and btw, I spilt coffee on your hoodie, sorry. :)

In therapy Remington is in a good mood, greeting Abigail cheerfully and hapilly sitting down. The woman is pleased to see him like this, specially after the recent events. "I see someone's in a good mood," she observes, "things going well at home?"

The boy crosses his legs. "Well, Andy likes his therapist and he didn't cut himself last night when he wanted to, and, get this, I finished breakfast this morning, for, like, the first time in forever." He smiles as she does, proud of himself and of his husband. "And we're going to Greece in a week and I love it there."

"That's great, Remington. And how do you feel about finishing breakfast?"

"Fuckin' proud," Remington answers, "it's a good day, Abi. I haven't had a good day for ages. Oh, and I bought diet pills and didn't take any."

Abigail, as usual, pours him a glass of water. "You should be proud. I'm proud. You said Andy likes his therapist?"

The singer nods. "Yep. He left yesterday morning anxious 'cause he wasn't sure if therapy was a good idea and came home smiling. He wanted me to thank you for him." He sips the water.

"That's good. I'm glad he likes her. Tell me how you've been doing recently, Remington. I know it's been tough these past few weeks."

"I'm not gonna lie, I have been kinda thinking about dying, you know? Like...if I see a knife or a high building or something, the first thing I think of is to slit my throat or jump, or whatever. It's kinda scary."

"Do you think you'd ever act on any of those thoughts?"

Remington shrugs. "Honestly, I don't know. Is that bad?"

"No, not bad. You're confused and you're going through a lot. It's understandable. You know that I'm here if you need someone."

"What if I, like, suddenly wanna die, though? And, like, I actually do die?"

Abigail sighs. "If you wanna die, you tell me, okay? You come to me and I'll make sure you stay alive, okay?"

The boy smiles and nods. "Always?"

"Always. I promise."

"Will-will Andy's therapist do that for him? 'cause I can't go through last week again."

The woman nods sympathetically. "She's called Sloane, and yes, she will. He'll be okay. She'll help him."

Remington looks down. "Okay."

"Last week was hard, huh? How're you feeling about that now?"

"I didn't even know he was suicidal."

"That's not your fault, Remington. You know what it's like to hide things when you're sad. You have to be there for him. He needs you."

"I'm trying to be there for him, but...but I feel like he doesn't trust me or something. I don't know. He just...he isn't telling me these things and I'm scared that he's gonna try again, you know?"

Abigail watches him finish the water. "He's scared and confused. Keep telling him that you're here for him. You can't expect him to tell you everything straight away. Just be there for him, love him, and support him no matter what."

"Just like he does for me."

"Exactly. It took you ages to tell him what happened, didn't it? It's the same for him, Remington. Whatever he's feeling, he's having a hard time telling you, and that's okay."

Remington nods.

Back at home, Remington finds his husband playing the piano in the living room, wrapping his arms around the man's shoulders as he plays. Andy smiles and turns his head to look at Remington, taking his hands off the keys and leaning back into his lover. "Hello, sweetheart, good talk?'

"Mhm. What're you playing? It's pretty."

"I was just messing about. You like?"

Remington hums. "I like. How's your morning been, darling? You okay?" He rubs his hands down Andy's arms.

The man looks down at Remington's bony hands. "Actually yeah, I am surprisingly okay."

"Now, that is good to hear. If you try to die again, I will kill you."

Andy chuckles. "You might wanna think that through, sweetie."

"Shush. I'm an idiot. I'm glad you're feeling okay." He places a kiss on the top of the older's head.

Smiling at the boy's tenderness, Andy turns around on the piano stool, laughing when Remington stumbles onto his lap and wrapping the boy in his arms. "And are you feeling okay?"

"Yep. Today I am. We should celebrate."

"Celebrate what, honey?"

"That we both feel kinda okay today. We should celebrate that. Take me out for dinner," he  suggests, leaning back and looking at Andy. "'cause I'm craving those Nutella waffles at that one restaurant and I haven't craved them for ages, so..."

Andy kisses him and smiles, drawing his fingers down the youger's jaw. "I can definitely take you out fo Nutella waffles, my angel."

"De-"

"You're not a devil, don't start."

Remington pouts. "I am a devil, you bitch. Deal with it."

The man chuckles, shakes his head. "You're not a devil. You're too pretty to be the devil."

"Who says the devil isn't pretty?"

Andy grins in acomplishmen. "Aha! You just admitted to being pretty! Finally!"

"Damn it!"

"Deal with it, sunshine."

Pouting, Remington slides out of his lover's arms and onto the floor, laughing, and squealing when Andy tickles his sides. They do go out for dinner, and Remington does have the Nutella waffles. He enjoys them, and, for perhaps the first time in months, doesn't think about running off to the bathroom to get rid of them.