Trigger warning?? Violence kinda so ur welcome :)

Standing in front of Emerson, Andy glares at him, unimpressed and waiting for some sort of response to the question he just asked.

Emerson doesn't answer. He sees no real point. What has Remington ever done to deserve this? That was Andy's question. Too many things to list, is what the drummer wants to say.

"You are acting like a child," Andy scorns.

"Oh, for God's sake, Andy, will you fucking shut up?"

The man raises a shocked eyebrow. "Sorry?"

"No one fucking likes you. You know that, right? You act like you're so fucking important and you aren't!"

Andy can't believe he's hearing this, and from Emerson, no less. "Liking me has nothing to  do with this. You promised Rem-"

"You promised Remington blah blah fucking blah. I'm done with his bullshit! It's been years, Andy, and he's still not fucking better! He's pathetic, honestly, and I'm done with it."

"He's been through hell five times over. How the hell can you insult him like that? Do you not understand what it's like for him at all?"

"No, I don't! Because, and I hate to fucking break it to you, but I don't actually care."

Andy, shaking his head, asks, "why? Why don't you care? What has he ever done to deserve this from you?"

Emerson looks angry. "He fell in love with you!"

"What?"

"He couldn't handle being single for two fucking minutes and he feel in love with you because then he doesn't have to think about what Holly did. He's using you, Andy! He's only with you so he can hide behind you and pretend like he's actually safe. He's weak and I don't care about him anymore."

"I can't believe I'm hearing this right now. Do you actually think he's weak because he loves me? Because that's fucked up and wrong and you need to have a long fucking look at yourself."

"Yes, I do think that. Because it's true! It's always been true. He doesn't care about you! He just wants to feel important by having you. You could be anyone, Andy."

You could be anyone. "You really think he willingly fell in love with me? He didn't! He fighted it for months and months because he was scared that I was gonna hurt him! He ran from me and broke up with me because he was scared! He ended up in that fucking hotel because he was running from me. And if you think I don't feel guilt for what happened there every fucking day then you're wrong! I hate myself for that! So shut the fuck up and get your head out of your ass and realise how what you're doing is fucking disgusting."

"Doesn't change the fact that you could be anyone," Emerson mumbles spitefully.

"You're...you know what, I'm done with this. It's pointless. Do what you fucking want. I'm going home where I'll actually be talked to with some fucking respect."

"Not that you deserve any," is said under the drummer's breath, and Andy glares at him like he could punch the man. "Oh come on, Andy, everyone knows it's true."

Andy pushes Emerson back suddenly and with force, angry and hurt and not understanding why the younger is being like this. Is it him? Did he do something wrong?

Of course, Emerson pushes right back. "What the fuck is your problem?" He asks sharply.

"My Problem? What the hell is your problem?" He's shoved again, and kicks Emerson's shin. "Do you know how many times you have fucked us over?"

"I'm sure I'm about to find out," Emerson mumbles, kicking back.

"Like hell, you are!" He grabs Emerson's arms and shoves him backwards. "You failed to tell him you had cancer and nearly caused him to kill himself bcause of it!" He's pushed again. "You made him feel like shit for being abused and having anorexia!" His cheekbone is met with Emerson's fist and Andy punches him right back, too caught up in the moment to care. And Emerson has gone too far. He's been acting so awfully towards Remington for too long and Andy has had enough of it.

"Shut up about the fucking anorexia!"

"You tried to drown him!" He can feel his cheek pulsing with a harsh pain, and, again, is punched. Andy stumbles back this time. "You joined anther band and played his song without even asking! He had a panic attack because of you!"

Emerson practucally growls. "Maybe if he drowned then at least you wouldn't be so depressed all the damn time."

Andy swears he cracks Emerson's jaw with how hard he hits him, though knows his hit wasn't as hard as the one he recieves. "Don't you dare ever talk about him dying! Remember what it felt like when he nearly did? Sure you wanna feel that all the time?" His face feels almost numb as he talks.

"At least then I wouldn't have to put up with his whining!"

The man shoves Emerson back one final time, hard enough that the drummer falls back against the chair behind him. "You are an embarassment to your brothers," he spits, touches his cheek, and turns around. "I hope you fucking stop whatever the hell you're doing becauase until you do, none of us want to know you." And he walks away, wincing as he touches his face again, and throws open the door.

Remington is in the middle of a drawing when he hears the door open, not looking up because he's too focussed on it. "Hello," he calls, and the front foor closes with a soft slam.

"Hiya, sweetheart," Andy returns, leaning down to until his laces and wondering what Remington's reaction will be to his face and the obvious signs of a fist fight.

"How'd it go?"

The older approaches the sofa Remington is sitting on, standing behind him and putting his hands on the boy's shoulders. "Well..." he says awkwardly, "it happened."

"It happened?" Remington puts his pen down. "What happened?"

Andy kisses the top of his lover's head.

"Andy?" Remington asks, and strains his neck to look at the man. His eyes widen and he turns so he's kneeling on the couch and holding his husband's face in his hands. "Ah, that happened."

The man hums. "Yeah...that happened."

"Emerson punched you?" Remington touches Andy's cheek, pulling away swiftly when the man winces.

"Mhm."

"Did you punch him back?"

"Mhm."

The boy gets off the couch. "Sit down," he says firmly, "I'm getting some ice. It looks painful."

Andy smiles at Remington's tenderness and does as he's told.

"Did you actually do any talking?"

"Yeah, at the start. Then shouting. Then shouting and punching. He's stronger that he looks."

Remington rolls his eyes and disappears off to the freezer. He comes back with an ice pack and sits next to Andy, holding it to the man's cheek and playing with his hair with the other hand. "Did you have a go at him?"

"Course I did."

"Did he listen?"

"Dunno, hard to tell. I like your drawing."

The singer smiles. "Thank you. You're an idiot."

Andy smiles back. "I know. I never thought I'd be in a fist fight with your brother." He may be an idiot, but at least he's Remington's idiot.