Trigger warning.

"Remington?"

The boy spins around, a bag of clothes he's dropping of at the charity shop in hand, and gasps at who's there. "Alex?"

The man smiles. "You remember me."

"Yeah, don't take it as a compliment. I've got a good memory." Alex chooses to ignore that comment, and extends his hand towards Remington, who looks at it, sceptical. "Last time I shook your hand you tried to get with me, so I think I'm good," he says, "have a nice day."

"Oh come on, it's in the past," Alex insists.

Remington shakes his head. "I don't like the past," he says bluntly, "like I said, have a nice day." He turns around again and walks away, clenching his teeth, annoyed, when the same voice is behind him.

"Can't you just put it behind you?"

The boy sighs. "It's not that easy," he says, "you're talking to someone who was literally abused for years, mate, give it a rest. I'm having a shitty day as it is." He doesn't mean to sound like he's asking for sympathy, and wishes he hadn't said anything. Its true though; he is having a shitty day. Lonny has been staying with them for two days, and as much as Remington likes him, it's distressing at times that it isn't just him and Andy at home. This morning, Remington had a shower, and, since he had locked the door because of Lonny being there, he couldn't help but to puke up his breakfast. He regretted it after, and wanted to tell Andy, but it just felt all wrong, so he decided to take some clothes to a charity shop to get out of the house. It's just his luck that Alex is here to make his day even worse.

"Oh right, I forgot about that," Alex says, seemingly innocent.

"You forgot? Unfortunately it isn't as easy for me. Piss of, would you? I'm not in the mood." Remington feels for his phone in his pocket, reminding himself that he can call Andy if he needs to.

Alex just smiles. "Oh come on, can't I just hang with you for a bit?"

"No! Go away. I'll scream."

"You'll scream?"

Remington moves the bag to his other hand. "I'll scream," he repeats, "leave me the fuck alone, okay, I'm married and I would appreciate if you respected that."

"You're married?"

He nods, annoyed. "Yes. Have a good day." Again, Remington turns around, carrying on towards the charity shop, and jumping when there's a hand on his shoulder. "Don't fucking touch me!" He warns, "I'm this close to a mental fucking breakdown. Piss off!"

"Woah, Remington, it's me," the familiar voice of Andy says, and Remington breathes out in relief. "Hey, sweetheart, what's wrong?"

Remington finds a bench to sit on and puts the bag down by his feet. "I'm having a bad day," he mumbles, "hand."

Andy holds the youngers hand. "Who did you think I was?"

The boy sighs. "You know that guy at the mental hospital? Alex? He bumped into me today and wouldn't leave me alone. I though you were him 's all."

"Yeah, I know who. That sucks. Are you okay? What was that about having a mental breakdown?"

Remington is actually relieved that Andy has asked. "I don't feel so good," he says, "can we just get rid of these and go home?" He kicks the bag gently and Andy hums, picking it up and keeping hold of Remington's hand.

"I'll run you a hot bath at home, okay, and you can tell me what's got you so anxious. Sound good?"

The younger nods and smiles gratefully. "Thanks," he says, "sorry I told you to piss off."

Andy opens the door to the charity shop and lets his husband in first. "I won't take it personally. Who do we gives these to?"

"No clue."

Someone behind the desk takes the clothes from them and they leave, and Remington keeps looking behind him on the walk home to check Alex isn't lurking somewhere. At home, he notices how Lonny's car has gone, and Andy tells him that the building work was done sooner than he expected so he left just after Remington went into town. It's only midday, now, and Andy keeps his promise, running the boy a hot bath and making him a cup of tea. "Here we are," he says, putting the drink down on the side and kneeling by the bath rub. "So, mental breakdown? You think you're close to having one?"

Remington yawns. "Probably," he answers, quiet, "I-this morning, I kinda-well I made myself sick again." He plays with his fingers under the water and looks at Andy. "I don't know, I just feel kinda-I wanna die."

The words worry Andy, but he hides that to comfort Remington. "I'm getting in with you," he says, standing up and starting to undress. "You're okay. And sweetheart, if you do have a mental breakdown, I'll be here. You'll be okay."

Remington moves forwards so Andy can sit behind him, and leans back into the man, who wraps his arms around his waist kisses his shoulder. "I just feel sad sometimes," Remington whispers, "Alex just-he made me feel so pathetic. Seeing him was like bringing back that part of my life."

Andy reaches for the mug of tea, handing it to his lover carefully. "There's nothing wrong with feeling sad, baby boy. Just as long as you're not sad an your own."

"I know what you're going to say next. That I have you. I always have you."

"Correct."

The boy smiles. "You're perfect," he says, "I just hope Alex doesn't turn up again."

One would call that sentence Remington's famous last words.