The aeroplane lands on homeland and the boys tiredly enter the airport, ready to return home. They wait for their bags at baggage claim and Remington feels like a walking ghost. Everywhere he looks it's like Holly is there, waiting, ready to make her next move. Ready to destroy him over and over until he can't stay on his feet, until he can't take a breath, until he can't open his eyes. 

There are people everywhere and yet all he can hear is her voice, her insults, her mockeries. All he can see is her gray eyes as she forces herself on him, bites his skin, scrapes his tattoos until they bleed red. All he can taste is her stained pink lips which were so often grinding against his plump, sore ones. Through the chaos of the airport the only thing clear is the feeling he would have as his body was made a slave to her.

Her own personal slave.

With their bags, the boys drag everything out to the taxis. Remington feels a presence behind him and turns his head. He stops in his tracks, dropping the bags. 

A few metres away, blue eyes glassy, Andy smiles. "I miss you," he says, repeating Remington's earlier text.

Remington melts right there in the car park. He hadn't realised just how much he had really missed the man until now. He doesn't know how to respond, so he just stands there, exhausted but suddenly wide awake. 

Andy can't help smiling. "Come here," he says quietly, and opens his arms. Remington pretty much walks into him, nestling his head in the man's shoulder . 

They stay like this for a good while, their arms tight around each other and their hearts recharging in their chests.  Eventually the men get into a taxi. 

Remington sits beside the older man, head on his shoulder and hands holding. "I'm sorry," he whispers.

Andy places a soft kiss on the boys knuckles. "What for?"

Sighing, he lets his eyes close. "For ending it," he whispers, "because I was scared of someone else. I can't live without you."

The words make the man's heart ache. "It wasn't your fault. It's okay. I'm sorry was so mean when you texted me."

A sleepy smile sits on Remington's lips. "I love you," he mutters, feeling happier than he's felt in months.

"I love you," the other responds, his arm around the boy's thin body.

They get home hours later. Remington explains to Emerson he is spending the night with Andy.

The two lovers make it to Andy's place and they collapse onto the sofa, cuddles up and comfy.

And Holly is not in his head.

He feels happy.

"Andy?" The man hums, his voice by Remington's ear. "Can I have a shower?"

Andy chuckles. "Sure, sweetheart."

The boy makes an incoherent noise. "I meant with you," he whispers, shy.

"Oh! Yeah, sure."

In the shower Remington presses his back to Andy's chest, his head tilted back and his eyes closed. He hums in content. Andy lets his fingers glide over the wet skin of the boy's chest, swaying side to side slowly under the warm water. "You scared me last time you were here," he whispers, "begging me not to hurt you and screaming when I moved." The memory makes both of them sad. "I would never ever hurt you, baby, never. You're so precious and beautiful in so many ways and I want to keep you safe."

Remington feels his heart ache at those words. "I want you to keep me safe," he replies, water dripping from his fingers as he pushes hair from his face.

"Tell me next time, okay, if you feel scared. Let me help." He finds his boyfriend's hand and holds it. "Let me help."

Exhaling, Remington feels a familiar shiver travel up his body when the man reaches for his hand. "Okay," he replies, turning around to face the man. "I will." He grabs the shower head from the hook and sprays it in Andy's face.

Andy raises his eyebrows. "That was just silly," he remarks, laughing. He grabs the shower from Remington and sprays it in the other man's face.

After a very long shower, the men dress in comfy clothes and agree to order takeaway. Andy asks Remington about the shows and then says he's been in the studio everyday.

The two talk and laugh and cuddle until midnight, when the crawl under the covers. Andy holds Remington to his chest and whispers in his ear, knowing damn well it gives the boy shivers. "I'm glad you're back." His words are true.

Remington holds his lover's hand in his. "I'm glad you were at the airport. Why were you there?"

"Because," he begins, "I missed you and I looked up the plane times. I nearly missed you though." His voice is low and soft and full of love.

The younger yawns. "Thank you," he whispers, struggling to stay awake.

Andy runs his hand down Remington's arm and back up soothingly. "Goodnight, sweetheart, sleep well."