Trigger warning y'all are so welcome for this

Remington Leith: I'm so broken that not even my husband wants me anymore. RIP happiness. I might as well die in my sleep at this point.

The tweet brings in comment after comment after fucking comment and Remington doesn't read any of them. He just sits in bed looking at the ring Andy might has well have shoved down his throat, too sad to cry. Andy took his wedding ring off. He pulled it from his finger right infront of Remington and, with a pained expressions, put it down on the able by the hospital bed.

"Please," Remington had begged, "Andy, please, I'm sorry. Don't leave me. You said you wouldn't leave me."

And shook his head. He seemed like a different person. "You made me think I was an awful person. I cut myself because of you."

The boy refused to believe what was happening. He tried to give the ring back but Andy wouldn't take it. "I'm sorry," he had cried, "I know it's all my fault! Just please don't leave me! I need you!"

"I thought you cared about me, Remington."

"I do! Please! You promised you'd always be here! You promised!"

Andy stepped towards the door. "I was wrong," he said, opened the door, and walked out. And Remington was left alone with two wedding rings and one broken heart.

When Sebastian came in the room, the boy was sobbing, and the guitarist could only hug him and hope that Andy would overcome what Remington had done. "He doesn't want me," Remington had cried into his brother, until he couldn't cry anymore and all he could do was sit in the bed with the ring that Andy left and wait for the night to come and swallow him up.

The night came and passed and he couldn't sleep so he was given a drug that forced him to sleep. The dream wasn't nice. He was on his own in an arena and there was grafiti on the seats and the stage that reminded him of how much he'd fucked up. Because, God, has he fucked up. He is a fuck up.

Sebastian is sitting in the room with him. He's the only person Remington will tolerate at the moment, because he's mad at Abigail for promising something that ended up not happening and he still doesn't really trust Emerson after all the arguing a few months ago. "I'm sure he's just upset," Sebastian says, trying to ease Remington's mind. "He'll come around, bub."

The boy shakes his head. "He gave me his ring, Sebastian! You know what that means, don't you? It means it's over! He doesn't want me anymore!" He pushes his brother's hand away.

"These things happen."

"Yes, and do you know what happens after these things? Divorce! Sebastian! Divorce!" He rubs his eyes. "And I don't know why you're here. I was horrible to you, too."

"Like I said, these things happen. You're my brother. That means I stand by you even if you're mean to me."

"Husband should mean that, too, but look what happened!"

Sebastian isn't sure what to say. He knows that Remington is just going to keep escalating the situation whatever he says. "It'll be okay,' is what he resorts too, and Remington just looks down.

"So," Andy begins, sitting opposite Sloane. "I think I may have just ruined Remington's life."

The woman raises an eyebrow. "Oh? What happened?"

"He told me why he was being so mean."

"That's great. What did he say?"

Andy hesitates. "He thought he didn't make me happy so he was trying to get me to leave him so that I could be happy."

"Okay. What was your response?"

The man doesn't want to say it. "I...told him it was his fault I cut myself and took off my wedding ring." The words come out quickly and Andy can't bear to look up and see Slaone's reaction.

"Do you know why you did that?" Sloane asks, "and how do you feel about it now?"

Andy can only shrug.

"Tell me how he responded to that?"

"He started crying and begging me not to leave him."

"And how did that make you feel?"

He shrugs again. "Like I was ruining his life."

"Why did you do it?"

"Because I'm an idiot? I don't fuckin' know. Everything felt weird and I was sad and it just happened." He can still see Remington's face in his mind when he thinks about it. He can see how scared the poor boy was of being abandoned by the one person who promised never to abandon him. He can see the broken expression and hear the broken voice and feels Remington's broken heart as though it is his own. "I went home and I cut myself again," he admits, "quite badly. It still hurts."

"If you could go back to that moment and react how you would now, what would you do?"

"Tell him that it's okay, that I love him, and that I forgive him. Because I do forgive him. But now...now he thinks I don't want him."

Sloane wishes she could fully understand how he's feeling but she can't. She's never been in love and she's never trusted someone the same way as how the two men trust eachother. "You need to tell him this," she suggests, "that's the only way he's gonna know that you do still want him."

The man shakes his head. "I can't-I can't face him. I feel like I might have a panic attack if I see him. I've broken his heart. I know I have. I don't know. Maybe if I just-like-die, then the problem will be gone."

"You should never look at death as a way out of difficult situations, Andy. It's a very bad habit to get into."

"Well what else am I supposed to do? I've literally destroyed our whole fucking relationship because I acted before I thought and now I have nothing and there's no point in anything." After talking, Andy averts his sad gaze onto his harmed arm. "I might as well just die in my fucking sleep. Y'know. Swallow a load of sleeping pills and say night night forever."

"Talk to Remington."

Andy frowns. He knows she's right but he doesn't want her to be. "I like my plan better," he mumbles.