Trigger warning. Sorry I've not updated for a few days. School just started again and I've been backed up with work these past few days. Anyway, enjoy :)

Remington sits in bed with Andy's phone, the man next to him, and opens Sebastian's contact. "I feel so bad," he says, and sighs. "He loves Palaye. I can't take it away from him."

Andy rubs the boy's arm. "You can't keep putting yourself through it when it's making you depressed, either, sweetheart."

"What if he hates me for it?" Remington asks, looking up from the phone and at Andy's sympathetic, calming face. "I can't lose both my brothers. I need Sebby."

"He could never hate you."

"That's what I thought about Emerson, and look how that turned out." He looks down. "I just feel like such a let down."

"You're anything but a let down, kitten," Andy says, and kisses the younger's hand.

Remington yawns. "Emerson said he was always gonna be here for me. What if you're gonna leave like he did?"

He's tired. Andy knows he is. "I would never leave you. You're too important to me. Okay?"

"I know, but just 'cause you say it doesn't mean it's true. Anyone can say it." He drops the phone into his lap and rubs his eyes. "I dunno, maybe it's just-maybe it's better if I just suck it up and get on with it rather than upsetting my brother?"

"No, sweetheart. It's not better to do that at all. Call him, okay? You'll feel better after, and then you can go to sleep and I'll make you pancakes tomorrow."

Remington yawns again. "I just... why're things so difficult?" He picks up the phone and unlocks it.

"It'll be alright, kitten," Andy comforts, and Jenny jumps on the bed with a meow.

"Well I hope so." The boy puts the phone on speaker as it rings, looking at Andy for reassurance when Sebastian answers.

"Hey Andy," Sebastian greets.

"It's me."

"Oh, hi hub. What's up?"

Remington hesitates. "I need to tell you something."

"What is it?"

"I-" He stops himself, backing out because he's scared if how his brother with react.

"Are you okay?" Sebastian asks.

Remington hangs up and puts his head in his hands, feeling tears like tiny crystals in his eyes. He swears he can physically feel his heart hurting with how much he doesn't want to upset his brother. The way he feels so deeply for other people and seems to forget about himself makes him angry, and the fact that he's pointed out the same thing to Andy just makes it worse.

He thinks back to one particular day, before he knew Andy, before Holly. Him and Emerson were dragging a drunk Sebastian home early in the morning, laughing at him when he was sick by a wall, and once they got him home, the two stayed up eating oven pizza and talking. They were best friends and they were supposed to always he best friends.

It all went wrong and it's all because Remington couldn't just enjoy being single. It's all his fault.

The boy picks up Andy's phone again. He finds Emerson's contact and presses call, holding it to his ear and swatting Andy's hand away. "Em?" He asks, when the drummer answers.

"Remington?"

"I know it was my fault," Remington says.

Emerson is surprised. He never expected Remington to call him. "What?"

"It was my fault. All of it was my fault."

"All of what? I'm sorry, I'm confused. Why are you calling?"

Remington messily wipes his eyes with his free hand. "'cause I want you to know that I'm not mad at you anymore. I just need my best friend back."

Andy's heart breaks. He knew Remington was missing Emerson but he didn't realise it was this bad.

"You ruined my life but I forgive you."

"Why?"

Remington pushes Andy away. "I don't know."

"I don't know what I'm supposed to say, Remington."

"That you're sorry? Or just-tell me that you want your best friend back, too." He sighs. "Basically you ruined my whole life and I'm leaving Palaye because I can't stop crying and everytime I think of you I can't breathe and I see her, and you made everyone call me a slut and a whore. But you're still Emerson and I just... I need Emerson."

"You're leaving Palaye?"

"Yep."

"Oh."

Remington looks at Andy as he talks to Emerson. "And it's because of you."

"I know."

"Then why'd you do that to me?"

There's a long pause. Remington knows it's because there is no answer. No Excuse. "I was angry."

"You don't bully your brother when your angry."

"I know."

"Emerson?"

"What?"

"You're disgusting." He wipes his eyes again. "And I hate you. And I need to know why you're ruining my life."

Emerson sighs. "I don't know, Remington."

"Bullshit."

"Fine. Andy cheated on you."

Remington frowns, confused about how this is relevant. "Sorry?" He questions.

"I cheated on Shy."

"What? When?"

"Come on, put it together. Andy cheated on you. I cheated on Shy."

"No," Remington whispers, "no, you didn't. He didn't."

"He did. We did."

Remington hangs up with a million questions and two million different thoughts. "I'm gonna be sick," he says, and gets out of bed.

Andy follows him into the bathroom, worried and confused. "What did he say?"

The boy shakes his head, kneels by the toilet. "Basically that I can't trust anyone," he says spitefuly, "no, don't touch me." He pushes Andy away before leaning over the toilet bowl and throwing up.

"Talk to me, sweetheart."

"No, I can't."

"Why not?"

Remington wipes his mouth. "'cause you..." he can't say it. The boy rubs his eyes.

Andy frowns. "'cause I what, angel?"

"When was it?" Remington asks, Andy oblivious to what Andy the younger is on about. "When?"

"You've lost me. When was what?"

"You know what!"

"Hey, it's okay," Andy tries, but Remington pushes him away again and crawls out of the room. "Remington, what's going on?"

"Fuck off!"

Andy follows him into the bedroom and watches him call someone on his phone, standing in the doorway.

"I need you to come get me," Remington says into the phone, to who Andy assumes is Sebastian. "No, I'll tell you later. Just...please come." He sends his husband a rude glare. "Okay. Thank you. I will. Bye." The boy throws the phone onto the bed and ignores Andy as he pulls the blanket off the end of the bed, wrapping it around his shoulders and leaving the room.

Andy just stands there not knowing what the fuck just happened.