Trigger warning

Andy is sitting in the bathroom looking at the razor in his hand. It's been a while since he's properly thought about it like this. But with the situation with Emerson, and with Remington feeling so down, the stress is returning, and with stress comes the need for a release, and this is his release. The man sighs. He doesn't want to do it. God, he hates how much he doesn't want to do it. But that's the problem. He feels like he needs to, like he can't leave the room until he's created new lines in his skin.

"This is so fucking stupid," the man whispers, annoyed at himself and not understanding why he can't just put it down and stand up.

"What's fucking stupid?" Remington asks, pushing open the door and leaving Andy to wonder how loud he really said that if the boy heard from outside. The younger frowns and crouches in front of his husband. "Give me that, okay?"

Andy hesitates but then hands the razor to Remington.

"You don't need to do that," the boy says gently, "I know it feels like you do but I promise you don't."

"I think I do," Andy responds, "don't even worry about it, you don't need anything else on your mind."

Remington shakes his head and puts the razor down to hug Andy. "Stop it. You can't keep dismissing your needs for me, Andy. I won't allow it. I love you and that means I will always help you and support you when you need it. Stop trying to act like you aren't important. You are so important." He sits properly on the floor and wraps his arms around Andy, who exhales heavily. "I know I keep saying this, and I know you're probably annoyed with me for saying it so much, but it doesn't matter what I might be feeling, I always want to know when you're feeling not good, too."

The older lets his chin rest on Remington's shoulder. "I just feel like it's wrong to ask for help, Rem."

"It's never wrong. I can't let you get to the point you were at when you...so please, just-please tell me when you need help, Andy, please." He strokes Andy's hair.

"I really do try," Andy whispers, close to tears.

"I know, darling, and you do so well. There's nothing wrong with having a shaky moment. Please just tell me next time you're having one, okay?" He pulls back from the hug and finds Andy's hand, holding it and placing a kiss on his wrist, and then says, "'cause I'm selfish and I need you."

The man smiles for a moment.

"Now, come open the bottle of orange juice because I can't do it."

Andy knows why he can't. A year or so ago it would have been a breeze for Remington to open a stiff bottle, but since losing so much weight, he lost most of his muscle, too, and hasn't been able to work out much at all because it often makes him feel like he'll black out. "I'm coming," he says, as Remington is standing up. "Hey, Rem?"

The singer hums.

"You're my favourite person."

Remington smiles. "You're my favourite person, too." He pulls Andy up and kisses him before the pair descend the stairs, and Remington sits on the kitchen counter as his husband opens the orange juice and pours him a glass. "You know what this is?" He asks brightly.

"What is it?" Andy asks, playing along.

"Liquid gold."

"First of all, it's orange. Second-"

"Stop being a smart arse," Remington complains, "I was gonna offer you some but now I don't think I want to."

"Sweetheart, you do realise I've got the bottle, right?"

"You do realise I don't care, right?"

"You're cute."

Remington pouts. "You're a bitch."

"Oh, I know.

Sebastian is unimpressed with who's at his door. He glares at the young man with disappointed eyes, let down by what Emerson did. "What the hell do you want?" He snaps.

"Can I come in?"

The guitarist nearly laughs. "No," he answers bitterly.

Emerson raises an eyebrow. "Why not?"

"Because my house is a safe place and I want it to stay that way."

"Why wouldn't it if I came in?"

"You don't really want an answer to that, do you?" He sighs. "Just tell me what you fucking want."

Emerson sighs, too. "He won't answer," he says, holding up his phone.

"Who?"

"Remington."

"Are you stupid? Of course he won't answer. You told Holly to abuse him and pretended you had nothing to do with it for years and then you punched him and Andy and-oh, I nearly forgot! You told all of our fan he cheated on Andy! So duh, he's obviously not going to fucking answer you!"

"I didn't think they'd fall for it," the drummer mumbles, looking down.

"They all worship you. Of course they fell for it. Why the hell are you still encouraging them?"

"It's..."

Sebastian raises an irritated eyebrow. "It's what? If you say fun, you'll be kicked."

"Theraputic?"

Sebastian laughs loudly. "Theraputic? Emerson, if you find bullying your brother theraputic then I think you need therapy."

"Just let me in."

The older shakes his head. "Not a chance. Is that all or was there something else?"

"How is he?"

"Remington? Well, Emerson, I don't feel comfortable telling you anything about him after what you did, and are doing. You have had so many chances to fix things with him after every single time you scared him and instead, you bully him. Right now, Remington only has one brother, and it's not you."

"He wouldn't like that."

"What do you know about what he likes? You spent all your time with him insulting him and making him feel worse. You don't deserve to know him."

Remington LBiersack: If you haven't, please read the most recent post by @Andyblack. It's very important.

User1: I'm so sorry this is happening to you, Rem. You don't deserve it. I believe you and I know you would never cheat. Stay strong

User2: We all know you're lying. You're a slut.

User3: Are u hungry for some snax u hungry whore?

User4: @user3 lol he doesn't eat, remember?

User5: Imagine belittling someone because of a disorder they have @user3 @user4 not cool. He's a person with feeling and is probably seeing all these comments. No need to be douchebags just for the sake of it.

Andy Black: @anyone who's bullying my husband. You're stooping real low and I hope you have a good look at yourself.