Okay um i wanna adress something real quick. Just because I'm using real people in this, that doesn't mean this is me saying that this is how they act. Their personalilties are my own creations.
Also can we appreciate Remington and Abigail's relationship? It's so pure.

Trigger warning.

The bruise on his knuckle from punching the ground outside the prison hurts when he knocks on the door. He cringes, sucks in a breath, not managing to say anything when the door opens.

"Remington?" Normally Abigail doesn't answer the door when she's talking to someone, but the knocking seemed desperate and she couldn't ignore it. And there's only one person who talks to her outside of sessions and she can't ignore him if he needs her. She knows how quickly things can escalate for him, specially if he doesn't talk to anyone about it for a while. "Remington, hey, look at me." She sees his knuckles and his red eyes and knows she can't make him leave. "I've got someone in at the moment. Can you wait ten minutes? Then I'll come and talk to you, okay? You can tell me what's going on."

"I...sorry," Remington stutters, looking at the ground and wishing it would swallow him into the abyss.

Abigail steps to the side to let him in. "No, it's okay." She closes the door behind him and leads him past the kitchen, knowing better than to leave him somewhere with knives. "Sit in here, okay? I'll be back in ten minutes." They're in what Remington thinks is a music room, since there's a piano and a music stand, an armchair against the wall with a bookshelf.

The boy nods slowly. "Sorry," he repeats.

"It's okay. You're okay. Just sit down and breathe. I won't be long."

Remington sits with his legs brought up to his chest in the armchair, Holly's words playing in his head like a never-ending broken record, all scratched and used. Like Remington. He can't believe he screamed like that in the prison. God, he's so fucking stupid.

After her client leaves, Abigail calls Andy before going to talk to Remington. "Hey," she greets when he answers. "I don't know what's going on but Remington turned up here. He's been crying and I think he punched a wall or something. I'm gonna talk to him and I'll make sure he stays here until you can come and get him, okay? I don't want him driving in the state he's in."

"Oh shit. He told me he was going into the studio. Thank you. I'll come and get him."

Satisfied with his answer, Abigail tells him not to worry and hangs up. She closes the door to the music room behind her and sits on the piano stool, turning to look at Remington. "Do you want some water?" She asks.

Remington shakes his head.

"What's going on? Can you tell me what's wrong?"

The boy plays with his rings to try and distract himself from wanting to scratch at his arms. "I went to visit her," he mumbles, ashamed of the words. "I lied to Andy and now he hates me."

Abigail's heart breaks at how he's talking. "He doesn't hate you. He's coming to get you and take you home. Do you think you can try and tell me what happened on the visit?"

"Just...it all went-everything keeps going wrong." He has his chin on his knees, looking straight ahead sadly. "I didn't know-I didn't know where else to go. I nearly jumped in front of a car."

"I'm glad you felt you could come to me, Remington. You know you're always safe here. What did she say to you?"

Remington wipes his eyes. "I'm the reason everything is fucked up and she hurt me because I-I needed to learn a lesson. I don't know. I screamed at her and they dragged me out. I punched the ground."

"And you know she's wrong, yes?"

He shrugs.

"Remington, she's wrong."

"But-but she didn't sound wrong."

"She's wrong. I promise."

The boy wants to cry but he's too weak to even do that. "I need a hug," he whispers, as though to himself, like he doesn't think he'll get one.

Abigail stands up. "Come here, it's okay. You don't have to deal with this alone." She watches him get up off the chair and wraps him in a safe embrace. "If you need to cry, you can. Don't keep it in. You're safe here."

Remington grips his therapist. He does cry. Once he lets one tear slip he can't stop.

"It's okay," Abigail says again, soothing him the best that she can. "You're safe."

When Andy turns up Abigail goes to let him, showing him into the room and insisting on paying the taxi that he got here. The man offers a hand for Remington, who's sitting back in the armchair. "Oh sweetie. Let's get you home."

"I-I lied to you."

"It's okay. I'm just worried."

Remington takes the hand held out for him and is pulled up off the chair. "I visited her," he says, "'m gonna tell you 'bout it later." He rubs his eyes and yawns. "Life's just hard at the moment."

Andy kisses his head and rubs his shoulder. "Oh sweetheart, I know. It'll get better. Come on, let me take you home. I'll run you a hot bath and make you some hot chocolate, yeah?"

"'kay."

The older of the two thanks Abigail for keeping his husband safe and for paying the taxi fare. She assures him that it's okay and watches them go. She realises, after they've gone, that she would have given up being a therapist if it wasn't for Remington.

Right when he started talking to her she was considering stopping because they felt like she wasn't helping anyone. But then Remington became attatched to her and started to rely on her in a way that other patients ever have. She continues for him, because she can see that he needs to have her to talk to, and that's enough for her.