Trigger warning also poor Sebastian tho :( (Also who reads Get Over It by @iamthecancer ? The person who runs that account is no longer active on here and, since I was co-writing that book with them, would anyone like me to republish it on my account and carry on writing it?)

It's awkard. The three men sitting in Sebastian's living room, none of them talking, all of them waiting for someone else to start. In Andy's hand, Remington's is shaking. He can't make it stop.

"So," Sebastian says slowly, "anyone wanna explain what's going on?"

Remington looks down. He feels sick with guilt. "I don't-I..." he can't get the words out. His throat seems too tight and too closed up and he wants to go back in time and never get himself into this situation.

"It's okay," Andy whispers, trying to calm the boy.

"Andy said something about you wanting to leave Palaye, Rem. Is that true?"

The singer can't bear to look up at his brother. "Kinda," he murmers, shying away. Why is it so hard to put himself first?

Sebastian can see Remington is uncomfortable with the conversation. He knows the last thing he should do is to make the boy feel like he's doing something wrong. "Okay. Do you think you can-like-tell me why? How long have you been thinking about it?"

"A while," Remington answers timidly, "sorry."

Andy and Sebastian exchange glances at that word. The one Remington seems so fond of saying. "Don't say sorry, it's okay," Sebastian says, "just try and explain it to me, okay?"

The boy nods but doesn't respond. He has no fucking idea where to start.

Andy squeezes his hand. "It's okay," he whispers, "no one's gonna be mad. We just want you to be happy."

"I just," he sighs and looks down, "I don't like it anymore. 'cause it's not right without Emerson and all the songs are about-about Holly and-I wrote them all when I was with her and it's just-it's all wrong now and I feel sick when I sing any of the songs so I-starting over with brand new songs and everything just-I think it would make me feel better."

Sebastian feels so may emotions. He isn't sure what to think. "How will that make you feel better, bub?"

It isn't an insult but that's how Remingto takes it. "I don't know," he whispers, closing up again. "It just will."

"What will you gain from starting over that you can't have in Palaye?"

Remington sinks into the seat. "You said no one would be mad," the boy whispers to his husband, regretting ever saying anything.

"He's not mad," Andy whispers back, but Remington isn't convinced.

"Basically it's making me depressed."

Sebastian frowns. "How do you know it's Palaye that's doing that?"

Andy shoots the man a warning glare as Remington pulls his hand away. "Hey now, let's not start arguing. Remington, sweetie, is there anything else you wanna say about it?

"No, he doesn't fucking understand so what's the point?"

"I never said that," sebastian argues, "when did I say that?"

"You just fucking told me that I'm not allowed to be depressed because of the band," Remington says accusingly.

"What? No I didn't! Are you stupid?"

"Hey, you two, there's no need to shout."

"Oh, shut up!" Sebastian shouts at Andy, "this isn't your goddamn business!"

Remington sends his brother a sharp glare. "Don't talk to him like that!" He snaps, defensive and frustrated that he always finds it so dofficult to explain himself in situations like this. He always seems to come out as the bud guy. "Why are you making me feel like I'm doing something wrong?"

"Because you are!"

The boy feels exposed and vulnerable. "How?"

"You know how much Palaye means to me and you just wanna go and ruin that for me? Thanks a lot!"

"What the hell am I supposed to do?"

"Stop being so selfish!"

"Hey! Stop it, both of you," Andy interjects.

"Fucking shut up," Remington snaps.

Sebastian rolls his eyes. "Oh my God, you are so hypocritical! One fucking second ago you were telling me not talk to Andy like that and then you go and tell him to fucking shut up!"

"Why're you having a go at me? What the fuck have I done?"

"You are so selfish, Remington, how do you not see it?"

"Selfish?"

"Yes! Selfish!"

Remington feels sick. "How am I selfish?" He asks, loud.

"You don't give to fucks about anyone else! You hurt everyone and don't even fucking know! I bet you don't realise that you're the reason Andy there already tried to fucking kill himself!"

"Woah. Let's not go there. That's not true. You need to calm down." Andy says, ever the responsible one.

"I fucking know that!" Remington shouts. "Don't you remember how I tried to get him to divorce me?"

"Oh shut up! You always make everything about you! No one fucking cares!"

The boy is teary. He wipes at his eyes desperately. "That's not true!"

"Yes it is!"

"No it's not!"

Sebastian hits the side of the couch with his hand and it makes Remington flinch. "It fucking is!"

Andy stands up. "Right. That's enough. Remington, I'm talking you home. Sebastian, you need to calm down and understand how hard this is for Remington, too."

The boy lets Andy pull him off the sofa, wiping his eyes and avoiding his brother's harsh gaze. He regrets snapping at his husband. The man didn't deserve that. He sits in the car without saying anything, arms crossed. "Now both my brothers hate me," he says as Andy's pulling up by their house.

"That's not true, kitten."

"Yes it is."

Andy sighs. He pulls the keys from the ignition. "You just had a fight, sweetie. Siblings fight. It doesn't mean he hates you."

"Well he does," Remington mumbles, "so now I'm a whore, a slut, and a selfish hypocrite. Fantastic." He grins sarcastically.

"You're none of those things."

Remington opens the door without another word.