Trigger Warning: Mentions of abuse, PTSD, anxiety, eating disorder/weight

Andy answered the door late afternoon to Sebastian, who loudly groaned and said, "Great, you." 

"It is my house," Andy said. "Now, what can I do for you?" 

"Hand him over." 

"Hand him over," Andy repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Are you talking about Remington as though he's a prisoner?"

Sebastian tried to step past him, but was blocked. "Emerson told me he's here, so come on." 

"Why?" 

"Because he's my brother." 

"Oh, right. I see. And that gives you the right to control who he sees and where he is, does it?" 

"Well, yes." 

Andy laughed. "I don't think so. Remington's settled in here." 

"You can't keep him from me." 

"You sound scarily like her right now, you know that?" 

"Who, Holly?" 

Andy nodded like it was obvious. 

"Well, if it's a sin to want to protect my brother, then I guess I'm guilty." 

"Protect him? You gave him a panic attack and tried to defend his fucking abusive ex." 

"I'm his brother," Sebastian reasoned. 

Andy hummed. "You can't use that as an excuse to try and control him. Like I said, he's settled in here." 

Under Sebastian's breath, "In your whore house." 

Andy laughed again. "Oh, so this is about me, is it? Alright. Go one. Tell me what your issue is with me." 

"As if you don't know." 

"No, really, I'm clueless. I mean, all I've done is rescued your brother from being killed, provided him with a safe place, spoken to his therapist, taken him to hospital twice, given him much needed hugs and reassurance...would you like me to continue?" 

"He doesn't need any of that." 

"Oh, right. So you wanna watch him slowly die, do you?" 

"He's not gonna die." 

"Not if he's looked after, which is what I'm currently doing. Now is that all?" 

"He shouldn't be around whores." 

"Right, so I'm a whore. Uh-hu." 

"You are!" 

Andy shook his head. "Because I posted my sex tape online ten years ago? Fine. I'll admit to that. I've got no issue with it. I was strapped for cash, I have a nice body, I found a guy who was interested, I fucked him, we filmed it. No one got hurt, we both got rich, what's the issue here?" 

"It's a sex tape, Andy." 

"I'm aware of that."

"I don't want my brother around people who make sex tapes." 

"What, because he's innocent and has never seen a cock before? Mate, come on, get real. He got with me after knowing that existed. In fact, I'm pretty sure he watched it. I'm sorry if he thinks I'm hot." He shrugged. "And I'm sorry if you don't like that he trusts me more than you, but maybe if you stopped being a colossal cunt, he'd actually talk to you." 

"You have no idea-" 

"No, Sebastian, you have no idea. You rock up to my house, complain that I'm here, demand I 'hand him over' and then wonder why I don't want to. You're ruining the relationship you have with Remington because instead of being nice to him, you're trying to tell him how to live. He needs people to be there for him, how have you not worked that out by now? He's been trapped in a relationship that has stripped him of all freedom, he's scared of fucking everything, he needs love and gentleness, not his big brother telling him Holly wasn't that bad and he should have just eaten. And listen, I get why you might not like me, and that's fine, but for the love of God, don't punish him because of it. He's had enough punishing." 

Sebastian sighed. "How am I supposed to know what to believe?" 

"She was arrested, is that not proof enough for you?" 

"I thought that was one of his lies." 

"You're kidding."

"How was I supposed to know? He lies all the time." 

"Yes, because of her, genius. I'm telling you, she's been arrested for domestic abuse." 

"Okay, fine."

"Fine?" 

"Yes. Fine." 

Andy folded his arms. "That's all you've got to say about it? Your brother's ex has been arrested for domestic abuse and all you can say is fine." 

"What do you want me to say?"

"Maybe start by actually giving a shit about him." 

"I do give a shit about him," Sebastian insisted. 

"Then start fucking showing it." 

Looking past Andy, Sebastian said, "Remington, nice of you to show your face." 

Andy turned and saw the singer, who was stood a few paces behind him with his hands in his sleeves. "You okay?" He asked. 

"You don't need to treat him like a baby." 

Andy ignored Sebastian, knew arguing in front of Remington wouldn't go well, and Remington said, "I, uh...Can I have some of that juice?" 

"Of course you can."

"Oh, so now he needs permission to drink some fucking juice?" 

Remington avoided his brother's sharp gaze, turned for the kitchen. 

"He's not a kid, Andy!" 

Dismissively, Andy said, "If you've got nothing useful to say, what're you doing here?" 

"You're treating him like a kid," Sebastian insisted. "He's twenty-seven. He doesn't need permission to have juice." 

"If you had paid attention to anything that's been happening, you'd know exactly why he just asked, and you'd know to not be such a cunt about it." 

"Oh, so now you know everything about him, do you?" 

"Just go, Sebastian. Come back when you have something worth saying." 

"He's my brother, Andy, you can't keep him from me." 

"Keep him from you? You did that all by yourself." 

"What are you talking about?" 

"Why don't you figure that out somewhere else." 

Sebastian opened his mouth to speak and Andy closed the door, locked it from the inside, and went through to the kitchen. 

"See," Remington told him as he replaced the lid to the juice carton. "Hates me." 

Andy shook his head. "He's just in denial." 

"About what?" 

"You having been treated so badly. I reckon he just doesn't want to believe it happened, so he's doing everything he can to pretend nothing's wrong."

"Really?" 

"He cares about you, I know he does. He just doesn't know how to react to this situation and is ending up fucking it up more for himself. Don't worry about it. He'll work it out eventually." 

"Hope so."