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Trigger warning: Mentions of depression, abuse, PTSD 

Andy was on the phone when the doorbell rang, and told Lonny to wait while he answered it. At the sight of Sebastian, he sighed and said into the phone, "I'm gonna have to call you back later, mate. Yeah, see you." Then, he dropped his hand by his side. "Right, what is it?" He asked. 

"I wanted to, uh...apologise." 

"Oh, whatever for?" 

"Alright, don't be a dick about it." 

"Me don't be a dick?" Andy shook his head. "Go one then. Apologise. I'm waiting." He folded his arms. 

Sebastian shifted his weight from foot to foot, avoided making any sort of eye contact. "I don't think you're a good person." 

"Sorry, are you apologising or starting a fight. I really can't tell." 

"I'm trying, give me a chance." 

"Continue, then." He looked up at the ceiling as though there was something interesting up there. 

"I don't think you're a good person, but thanks for being nice to Remington." 

Andy laughed but he wasn't smiling. "Where in this is the apology supposed to be?" 

"God, you're such a dick," Sebastian said under his breath. "Listen, I don't like you. And I'm finding it very hard to apologise because of it. Give me a chance." 

"I am." 

"Remington's only gonna end up hurt with you." 

"Is he," Andy said. It wasn't a question. "Okay. Thank you for sharing that valuable piece of information with me. I really appreciate your honest. I'm a transformed man, truly." 

"Oh, shut up." 

"Sorry, I'm just so inspired by your words." 

"What game are you playing?" 

Andy was tracing the grain of wood on the door with his finger. "What about this is a game to you? The part where you lose your brother because you're incapable of human compassion? Or the part where you lose your friends because you're incapable of being a nice person?" 

"Give me a chance!" Sebastian insisted again, and looking at him impatiently, Andy waited. "I don't think you're a good person, but I can see that my brother clearly still has a crush on you." 

"Right." 

"And he obviously has terrible taste in men." After speaking, Sebastian looked Andy up and down as though his appearance was a reason to dislike him. "But he's a grown man and he'll do what he pleases. So whatever, I'm sorry for believing he was cleverer than he is." 

Eyebrow raised, Andy laughed. 

"What?"

"Are you taking the piss? You think that's an apology? Sunshine, you're useless. Just go." 

"Who are you calling useless? I'm his brother, what are you? His whore of an ex who can't keep it in his pants? Jeez, what a good role model you are!" 

"The next time you call me a whore, I'll cut your tongue out and shove it so far down your throat that it comes out the other end." 

"Oh, big man's scary!" 

Andy looked at him with a mixture of boredom and anger. "Just go. You're helping no one, least of all yourself." 

Behind him, Remington appeared. He had come down to make tea, unaware of the situation. 

"Ah, there he is," Sebastian said. "Having a good time with the whore?"

Andy glared sharply at him but kept his mouth shut. He wasn't going to say anything, not while Remington could hear. 

"Leave him alone," Remington said boldly. It felt wrong as he said it; he wasn't allowed. 

"Tell me, what do you see in him? It must be his looks. Skin deep, isn't it? I always said, you can't help yourself around guys with blue eyes. No matter how slutty they might be." 

"Stop it." 

"Don't you tell me what to do." 

Remington felt two feet shorter than he was. 

Andy spoke up. "Hey, no. Don't talk to him like that." 

"And since when did you become his fucking father?" Sebastian spat. "Remington, for God's sake, what are you doing? Why are you with this-this joke. You know what he's done, why are you being so stupid?" 

Backing away, Remington said nothing. 

"You're scaring him," Andy said. His voice was calm now. "Seriously. Leave us alone. You're scaring him." 

Raising his voice, Sebastian yelled, "Oh, shut your fat mouth, you fucking whore! I'm not gonna listen to anything you have to say! Get fucked!" 

Remington flinched and shielded his face with his hand. All he wanted was a cup of tea. 

"Sebastian, I mean it. You're scaring him." 

"That's his fucking problem! And yours, for treating him like a fucking baby! Get a grip, both of you!" 

"Sebastian."

"Just shut up, what do you fucking know? You don't know anything apart from how to shove your dick up some guy's arse! Just shut up!" 

"You're being offensive on so many levels, please leave. Your brother is scared of you." 

"My brother needs to get away from you!" 

"Just leave, Sebastian. I won't say it again." 

"Good, because I won't go." He folded his arms. 

Andy looked back at Remington and pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose. Then he turned to Sebastian, said as calmly as he could muster, "I'm going to lock the door now, and if you knock again, I'm going to call the police. That's a promise." 

Sebastian opened his mouth to speak but Andy closed the door, having to slam it with force to avoid the guitarist pushing it open. He turned the lock until it clunked and when he looked back, Remington was gone.