Trigger warning. I feel like I don't even need to warn you at this point.

Emerson turns up at Remington and Andy's place without telling them he was coming. Andy answers the door, and knows Remington isn't going to be happy about his little brother being here.

"Can I come in?" The drummer asks, looking past Andy.

The man sighs. "I don't know. Remington isn't exactly keen on taking to you at the moment."

"Please? I just wants to apologise."

Andy steps aside, reluctantly, and closes the door behind Emerson. "He's in the kitchen. Be gentle."

Nodding and turning towards the kitchen, Emerson promises he will be. He steps into the room and Remington looks up, frowns, and pushes a half eaten bowl of cereal away. "What're you doing here?" He asks, in a tired, annoyed voice.

"I came to say sorry."

Remington looks up at Andy for a moment. "So say it."

The younger brother resists the urge to roll his eyes at the boy's bluntness. "Look, Rem, I'm sorry for leaving you in the rain, but you didn't really give me a choice."

"That's not fair, and also not the only thing you should be apologising for."

Emerson knows what he's referring to, and sighs. "Alright, fine, I'm sorry for snapping at you, but you did kinda deserve it."

"Emerson," Andy warns, "don't go there."

"I deserved it? Oh yeah, just like I'm sure I deserved to be abused, and I deserved to be raped, and I deserve to have anorexia?" He stands up. "Please just go. I'm really not in the mood."

This time, Emerson does roll his eyes. "That's the problem. You're never in the mood. There's always something wrong, something going on which makes it impossible for you to ever be a nice fucking person. You know, I used to worship you, Remington, but now I just pity you."

"Oh, isn't that nice!"

Andy decides to intervene, to stop the brothers from having an awful fight. "Back off, Emerson, he's tired."

"I can talk for myself," Remington says, dismissing Andy. "You're not one to talk about pitying me, Emerson, when you spend all your time smoking and hiding in the dark! At least I actually leave the house and socialise."

"You don't socialise! You can't talk to anyone! I don't know if you remember the reason why we cancelled tours? Because of you and your inability to look at innocent kids without having a fucking mental breakdown over something that happened years ago." Emerson doesn't remember ever talking to Remington like this. Their family is falling apart without Sebastian.

The boy is physically hurt by Emerson's words. "I'm sorry if me being abused is an inconvenience! How about I write a letter or apology for you? Do you want a wax seal with that? Or maybe I'll slice my arms and paint the envelope red!" He doesn't understand why Emerson is so angry at him. What the hell did he do wrong?

"I didn't say it was an inconvenience, I just said that you act like it happened last week when it didn't. For the love of God, Remington, not everything bad that's happened is because of Holly!"

"So you're defending her, now, are you? Would you like to visit her, too? Maybe you can become best friends, because clearly you don't wanna be my friend anymore!" He swipes tears from under his eyes as quickly as they appear.

"Remington, baby-" Andy tries, shocked by how quickly this is all escalating. The brothers have never argued like this before, not in the time Andy has known them.

Remington cuts him off, though. "Don't baby me! This is your fault! You let him in when you knew I didn't wanna talk to him. How did you expect it to go?" He throws his arms in the air dramatically.

"Why can't you just accept that you have problems?" Emerson asks, rudely,

"I know I have fucking problems!"

"Really?"

Remington is glaring at the younger man. "Yes, really! The problem is, Emerson, that you can't accept that I have problems."

It hurts Emerson because it's true. "Yes, I can," he protests.

"Don't fucking lie to me! You hate the fact that your own brother is anorexic. You can't bare the idea of being related to someone who has issues. Face it!"

"No, because it's not true!"

"Oh shut up!"

"Remington!"

The boy pushes Emerson towards the front door. "Get the fuck out!"

"Re-"

"OUT!" He shoves Emerson out of the house and slams the door. "The fuck do you want?" He snaps at Andy, who's looking at him.

Andy never should have let Emerson in. "Remingt-"

"Fuck off! I don't wanna fucking hear it!" He barges past the man and storms up the stairs, slamming the bedroom door and screaming.

Andy sits down and puts his head in his hands, deciding to leave Remington to calm down before going to talk to him. His phone buzzes. It's Emerson. He declines the call. He makes a cup of tea and empties the dishwasher and then goes up to talk to Remington. The door is closed, and he knocks softly. There's no answer, so he pushes the door open and steps in. "Are you going to tell me to fuck off if I sit next to you?"

Remington doesn't look up. "Probably," he mumbles, "but I could do with your shoulder to lean on." He feels the bed sink beside him and sighs.

"Here, my shoulder," Andy says, "lean on it."

Grateful for how gentle Andy is being, Remington shuffles up to him and lets his head fall onto the man's shoulder. "I'm just confused," he murmurs, "don't wanna talk about it right now." He closes his eyes.

Andy puts his arm around Remington. "Okay, no talking. But you know you can't be mad at Emerson for ever. He's your brother. You two are best friends."

Remington sighs. "I know. Just let me be mad at him for a while longer."