Hi Remington, it's Faye :)

The boy smiles at the text from the woman. He responds while walking up the stairs, tripping and catching himself on the banister.
Hiya. How's it going?
He finds his pills and tips a few into his hand, frowning when he sees the glass by the bed is empty, and picks it up.

Not too bad. I was thinking we should hang out some time? You seem cool.

Remington fills the glass in the bathroom, smiling when a pair of arms wraps around his waist, and swallows the meds.
Sure. Busy today but can do tomorrow if that works?
He knows Andy is reading the messages over his shoulder and he doesn't care. "You're not busy today," the man says.

Remington shrugs. "No, but neither are you, and I want to spend the day with you."

Andy kisses the top of his head. "You are very sweet"

"I know. You're very warm. Don't let go." His comment makes Andy chuckle, and he sways gently.

Yep, sounds good. Where'd you wanna meet? What time?

The younger looks at Andy in the mirror as the man moves his hands comfortingly over his hips. He's only wearing underwear, since he got up less than ten minutes ago, and only went downstairs to find his phone which he left in the living room last night.
Whatever works for you.

Andy traces over the scars on his hip, glad with how they're healing. "You're very calm today," he observes, and Remington hums.

I'll let you know. :)

"Andy?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

Smiling, the man kiss his shoulder. "I love you." He draws a line with his finger up Remington's chest and across his collar bones.

The boy leans back into him and puts his phone down. "How am I meant to survive when you go on tour?" It's been bothering him since he realised that, as their album is done, and they're set to release it really soon, Black Veil Brides will tour with the new songs.

"You'll be okay, and you've got your brothers if things get hard." His voice is soft. He knows the idea of being left at home on his own scares Remington.

Remington knows Andy is right. He does have his brothers. He puts his hand over Andy's and sighs, content. "We should go live later."

Andy smiles. "Sure. Do you want pancakes? I'll make some."

"Mm, yes please. Don't go yet, though, I'm very happy like this." It's true, he is very happy like this; safe and warm and calm. He doesn't want this moment to end quiet yet.

There's a comfortable silence for a minute or so, Andy swaying side to side with the boy leaning back into him. "When did you get this?" Andy asks, interrupting the quiet, and holds Remington's hand in his, looking at a new ring on his index finger.

"Oh, it's from Never Take It Off. They sent it the other day to check that I liked the design. What do you think?"

Andy admires it. "It's very nice," he says, "I prefer this one, though." He points to the wedding ring, and Remington giggles.

"Me too," he agrees, catching his reflection in the mirror and not hating what he sees. It's a great thing, to look at himself and find things he likes.

Andy notices the way he looks at himself, and kisses his knuckles. "Pretty," he whispers, "pancakes? Or do you want to stand here all day?"

Remington pouts. "Sorry I like being in your arms," he jokes, "yes, pancakes. Where's your red hoodie? I want it."

"In the wardrobe I think. You might as well just steal all my clothes at this point."

The kitchen smells sweet and tempting, and Remington smothers his pancakes in Nutella and raspberries, while Andy has sugar and lemon juice, but they end up sharing when Remington decides he wants Andy's.

After breakfast, the two empty the clean things from the dishwasher and fill it with what they've used this morning.

They go live in the afternoon, sitting in the living room with Andy's phone propped up against a stack of three books. "Hi," Andy greets everyone who joins, arm lazily around Remington's shoulder. "How are you both? Well, we are really good. I made pancakes."

"We made pancakes."

Andy shakes his head. "I made pancakes. You ate Nutella and told me I wasn't doing it right." He ruffles the younger's hair. "Remington, how are you so cute?"

The boy leans forwards to read the comments. "I'm not?"

"There isn't a single person who doesn't think you're cute, sweetheart," Andy says, "did you just lick me?"

Remington hums. "Yep. Do you guys ever fight? No, never, which is a surprise, because I get very angry very easily." He stands up, stretches, and flops down across Andy's lap, propping his head up on his hand. "We just don't have anything to fight about, I guess. I respect Andy's opinions and he respects mine. I could be a couples therapist."

Andy laughs. "Please don't. I love you, but don't do that."

"Why not? I have some really good advice! For example, if your partner is sad, you should give them a hug. Hugs fix everything."

"That is true. You should have a beauty you tube channel, Remington."

The boy looks up at Andy and smiles. "I did actually consider that for a while, but I only know how to do one makeup look so it wouldn't last very long. And also what the fuck is a beauty blender? I feel like I should know."

Andy laughs and strokes an eyelash from the younger's cheekbone. "It's a makeup sponge."

"Okay, well I don't even use brushes, so that might also be a problem." He turns onto his back and yawns, head in Andy's lap. "'M sleepy," he says, and Andy knows it's because he woke in the night fretting about comments, as he does often.

Stroking his hair, Andy talks. "You do use brushes, don't you?"

"I don't even know." He yawns partway through the last word and closes his eyes.

"We're going to go because Remington is actually falling asleep. Bye!" He ends the live and strokes Remington's cheek, and the boy curls into his husband.

"I like days like this," he mumbles, and Andy smiles. It really is so beautiful, seeing Remington so calm and happy. A few months ago, the thought of him ever being happy like this would have made him laugh, but not now, because now he really is happy.