User 1: Guys! I hate that I even have to be saying this but bullying Remington about their decision to stop touring is not at all how to deal with this. May I remind you he was ABUSED for literally years, and that we all should care about him and respect that this is something they have to do for his mental health. He collapsed outside a venue! We can't overlook this. Fans saw him collapse! It's not healthy and we need to accept that Remington is, in this instance, more important than any of us.

Remington sits in the taxi with headphones on, trying not to think about how many people he's letting down by going home. There are so many fans who have been waiting so long to see them live, and he's just taken that chance away from they for who knows how long. They arrive at his and Andy's place and he opens the door, as does Sebastian, and gets out. He gets his things from the boot and drags them up to the front door. The door opens before he has a chance to even touch the handle, and Andy is standing there with his arms open. Remington walks into him and sighs, listening to his brother talking.

"Take care of him," Sebastian says to Andy, "make sure he's eating and sleeping."

Andy is stroking his hair. "Of course, I'll look after him." Once the car has driven off, Andy picks up the bags and carries everything upstairs, Remington trailing behind him. "I just ordered pizza," he says, kicking open the bedroom door and dumping the things just inside the room.

Remington is smiling. He is so happy to be home. "Hopefully you ordered alot," he mumbles, "because I'm starving." He looks at his hands. He's still underweight and bony and he hates it. He likes being skinny, not bony.

The man hums, taking his lover's hand and going back downstairs. "You've eaten today, yeah?" Andy was told about Remington's hospital visit as soon as it happened, and the two had a conversation about it over the phone.

Remington nods. He flops down onto the sofa. "Yeah. My brothers wouldn't let me out of their sight the whole way home. They were practically throwing food at me." It's funny to think about. He doesn't really know why. "I'm just hungry all the time," he explains, pulling his shirt off and relaxing into the couch. "How are you? How's the album going?"

Andy kisses his hand. "We've nearly finished," he says, "and I'm okay. I missed you. I was so worried when I heard what happened. It's good to see you smiling." He takes the boy's shirt and folds it over the armrest. "How did your fans take the news?"

With a sigh, Remington shrugs. "Haven't really checked." That's a lie. He has checked. He's seen all the comments about how selfish he's being. He knows Andy doesn't believe him. "Most of them hate me," he mumbles, "apparently I'm-apparently I'm selfish."

"That's bullshit," Andy remarks, "seriously, they can't be saying shit like that to you. Selfish? Wow!" He can't believe it. Remington is the opposite of selfish. The proof is literally right infront of them. "It'll pass, princess, they're just upset that they can't see you live, that's all. Don't let it get to you."

The boy frowns. "That's easier said than done," he whispers, "comments always upset me, Andy, it doesn't matter why they're saying it. If it's hurtful then it hurts me." He looks down at his scar and rubs his eyes. "I need a fucking cuddle or something, I think I'm gonna burst into tears in a minute." He isn't sure why he's suddenly feeling so sensetive. Probably the mixture of relief because he's home and the sadness he's been feeling because of the comments. It just gets a bit too much sometimes.

Andy swears his heart melts right there. "Oh baby boy, come here, it's okay. It's alright." His fiance crawls into his lap and he kisses his head. "You okay, petal, you feeling a bit overwhelmed?"

Remington nods against him. He feels stupid for getting so upset about it. "Just been keeping it all inside," he admits, closing his eyes and exhaling. "Haven't let myself cry properly for ages." His voice is so soft and innocent.

Andy feels for him. He knows how hard it can be. "There's nothing wrong with crying," he says quietly, running his fingers through the younger's hair.

They stay like that until the pizza comes, Remington crying into Andy as Andy kisses his head and rubs his back. The boy just needs to let out his emotions where he feels safe and protected and loved, and there is no better place than in Andy's arms.

When the pizza arrives, Andy collects it and pays the delivery man and then carries the two boxes into the living room. "Here we are. Help yourself."

Remington's eyes are red but he feels better now. He opens the cardboard boxes and picks up a slice of pizza, eating it keenly. Food seems to tase better now he's home. Everything just seems-everything just seems better when Andy is around. "When are we getting married?" Remington asks, looking at Andy.

"We can get married whenever you want to, sweetheart."

"Soon?"

Andy smiles. "If we can find somewhere we can have it, then yeah, of course. Where would you like to have the wedding?"

Remington shrugs. "I don't really care, just as long as we're married by the end."