The sky is grey and heavy and they know its going to start pouring with rain, but they don't care. The two of them sit outside the tent, Remington's head on Andy's shoulder, quiet, just enjoying the calm. It's a contrast from the recent tour and it makes them feel almost giddy.

"You see that cloud?" Remington asks, pointing ahead of them. "It looks like a car."

Following Remington's gaze, Andy hums. "I don't know what you think a car looks like," he teases.

The younger just smiles. "Twelve," he says, liking to update Andy on it. "It's cold."

It isn't actually that cold at all, but Andy knows it's just Remington's inhability to retain body heat, and instead of making him feel bad about it, reaches behind him and pulls a jacket from the tent. "Here."

Remington pulls it over his shoulders. "It's gonna rain," he says, looking up at the sky.

"In about two minutes."

"Who are you? A weather man?"

Andy chuckles and takes Remington's hands to warm them up. "Yes."

The boy exhales. "Lies. And you were wrong. I just got dripped on."

"Me too."

Soon it starts really raining and they retreat into the tent, zipping it up and laughing. "Ew, I'm all wet," Remington complains, even though he is hardly wet at all.

"You're such a drama queen." The older remarks, shaking out a blanket.

Remington yawns. "Okay, but you love me, so..."

"Mm, I do. Oh, there's a flask of hot chocolate somewhere."

This makes Remington perk up. "You made hot chocolate?"

"Yep."

"Wait, is it that one that I like?"

"Of course it is. I know any other brand makes you feel sick, and I don't want that happening to you, my sweetheart." He sits cross legged on the inflatable matress and watches Remington search for the flask. "There's a spider on you," he says, and laughs when Remington freezes. "I'm kidding."

Remington looks at Andy, unimpressed. "I hate you," he pouts, before turning back around to find the flask. "I hope I can sleep okay here. I didn't about that. I don't know. The noises from outside might freak me out." Flask in hand, he moves so he's closer to Andy.

"You'll be okay. I'll look after you."

The warm drink is poured carefully into the lid which doubles as a mug and Remington hands the flask to Andy. "This is a really weird question, but do you ever wonder what people would do if you died?" He sips the drink.

"Sometimes, yeah. I think everyone does. You mean, like, who would care if you died sort of thing?"

"No, well kinda, but more like how would if affect people? Like if I died how would it change the way you felt about life?"

"Well I'd hate everything and I'd probably murder someone. Why are you asking? What number are we on?"

Remingto shrugs. "Still twelve. I'm not feeling that suicidal, I just was thinking about it. A while ago, in therapy, Abi told me that when I'm feeling like I wanna die I should think about what it would do to the people around me. Like how would it make them feel if I died sort of thing. I guess to try and make me see that people love me and would be sad if I died."

Andy steals a sip. "We wouldn't be sad, honey, we'd be absolutelay devestated. Don't you be going anywhere anytime soon. We need you."

"Has anyone ever told you that you have the most soothing voice in the world? When you talk it makes me feel all calm and safe. Also this is really nice."

"People have actually. Lots of fans say that. It's a better compliment coming from you, though. Has anyone ever told you how intelligent you are?"

"I regret saying that because now you're gonna throw a string of compliments and me an I'll start blushing like an idiot."

"That is correct."

Remington groans dramatically. "Wake me up when it's over," he jokes, covering his ears.

At nearly two in the morning, after talking about life, death, and everything inbetween, the lovers settle down to sleep, the sleeping bags unzipped all the way so they can be used like blankets, and also because Remington was complaining that he couldn't sufficiently cuddle Andy with the sleeping bags zipped up.

They're still awake, though quiet now, listening to the sounds of the outside world. Remington is happy, Andy's heart beating steadily under his head, the man's arms around him to keep him warm. He thinks about the hot chocolate, how there will have been plenty of milk and sugar in it, and he realises that for the first time in a very long time, he isn't thinking about how he shouldn't have drunk it. He's thinking about how thoughtful it was of Andy to make it, and that he deserves sweet treats like that sometimes.

"It's ten," he murmers.

"That's fantastic."

"You're fantastic. I'm tired. Shush."

"Shush to you too."

Remington yawns. "Don't tell me to shush."

"You just told me to shush," Andy responds.

"No, I think you imagined that.'

"Course I did. Sleep well, kitten,"

Remington hums softly in response, feeling himself drift off. "Love you," he whispers.

He definitely won't love tomorrow.

:)