Trigger warning kind it's getting worse from here :D

The car stopped in the car park of the radio studio, Remington reluctantly unbluckles himself, leaning over and kissing Andy before opening the door. "Fuckity fucking fuck," he says, and again.

Andy raises an eyebrow, pulling his husband back for another quick kiss. "Fuckity fucking fuck?"

"Fuckity fucking fuck," Remington confirms, "fuckity fucking fuck balls."

"Are you having a stroke?"

Remington whines. "Maybe if I swear a lot now then I won't swear in the interview," is his reasoning. "So... fucking fuckity fuck balls."

"I'll fuck your balls."

The younger coughs. "I'm getting out now, you gross ass man." He flicks Andy's cheek. "I texted you what I need from the shop, by the way. I love you, bye!"

"Bye, sweetie, I love you." He watches Remington walk towards the building and, once the boy is out of sight, starts the car again and pulls back onto the road and drives into town.

"Emerson, this is wrong," Sebastian says, looking up from the paper infront of him.

The drummer shakes his head. "What he won't know can't hurt him."

"No, this is wrong. I don't want to do this."

"Oh, come on! You can't tell me you don't miss playing shows."

Sebastian sighs. "'course I miss it, Em, but this-this is fucking wrong. You saw what it did to him last time. I can't do that to him, not again. He needs us, and this...no."

Emerson seems disatisfied. "I know, but...we can't keep sacrificing what we want for him, though."

"That's exactly what we should do."

"He's being so selfish!"

"Oh, is he, now? Why's that, hmm?"

For a moment, Emerson looks away. "Because we have given up so much for him, Sebastian, and for what? At the end of the day the only person he cares about is Andy and that won't change. It doesn't fucking matter to him what we do, Sebastian. How can't you see this?"

"Oh my God, are you dumb? I'm sorry, but you sound like such an idiot right now. He is our brother, Emerson! He's Remington! Your so-called best friend! The one who used to stay up with you when we were young and read to you. The one who you swore you couldn't live without. So what the fuck is going on?"

Emerson stays quiet and Sebastian sighs loudly.

"Do what you fucking want, but he will be told about this and you better come up with one hell of an apology." He wrips up the sheet of paper. "Tell what's-his-name that he's gonna have to write some new lyrics, 'cause these suck big time."

"Wha-Sebastian? Are you fucking kidding? Have you lost your mind? They've just been offered an awesome tour and they want us to come and you're turning it down?"

"Yes!"

"Why?"

The older throws his arms in the air. "Because I actaully care about Remington and I would rather he didn't try and kill himself again. If you agree and go with them I will tell him and you will never fucking hear from me again."

Remington is shown into the studio and handed a pair of headphones. He sits down with a smile, automatically pulling Andy's hoodie sleeves over his hands. He's told they're on air in fifteen minutes and, until it's time, talk about nothing in particular just to become friendly with eachother so the conversation in the interview flows more easily.

At five minutes before going on air, he gets a text from Sebastian and it ends up throwing him off the whole interview.

Emerson's going on tour with the band he said he had quit. Thought u should know.

For the whole interview, Remington feels like crying. He tries to forget about the message and to answer the questions and create some sort of entertaining conversation, but his mind keeps jumping back to the text and he wonders how Sebastian could be so heartless as to text him that news as though it isn't a big deal. And what about Emerson? How can he be so fucking mean all the time? What happened to him? He used to be the most caring person Remington knew. But now-now he's like a stranger in Emerson's clothes.

The truth is; Emerson can't understand why Remington loves Andy so much. He sees nothing special in the man. Nothing that Remington could ever see, anyway. Andy's nice, sure. But what does he have that gives him the right to Remington's utter adoration? And Emerson is annoyed at his brother for so easily giving his heart to the man. He sees it as a way for Remington to hide from his past, to pretend that none of that happened. He thinks Remington is weak for that. Weak and stupid and not someone worthy of his respect.

Andy, on seeing the familiar expression Remington holds, gets out the car and opens his arms. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" He asks, leaning against the car with the younger hiding his face in his shoulder.

Remington shakes his head.

"How was the interview? Did it go bad?"

The boy stays quiet.

"Just hugging for now? Talk later?"

He nods.

"I got you, kitten, I got you."

"They're fucking fuck balls."

"Who are fucking fuck balls?"

Remington lifts his head up and lets Andy wipe under his eyes. "Those idiots I share parents with. They're fucking fuck balls." He looks at his husband. "How was shopping?"

Andy kisses the boy's head. "Pretty good. I got eveything you texted me. Oh, and...this." He holds up a a necklace. "You like?"

"For me?"

"Of course, for you, silly, beautiful baby."

"You're the damn best."

Andy smiles. "Lemme put it on you, here." He leans forwards and connects the clasp around Remington's neck, straightening it out and humming in satisfaction. "Now, what did those fuck balls do this time? Do I need to go shout at them again?"

The singer looks down at the necklace and then back up at Andy. "Just-Sebastian sent me this literally two minutes before the interview and it fucked the whole thing up." He gives his phone to Andy so he can see the text. "So now I ruined the interview because Emerson is being an absolute dick again."

"What a fucking idiot. I'll sort it out, okay?"

"Okay, but only if it won't make you feel all sad again. Don't want you feeling sad."

Who knew having brothers could be so complicated?