A week goes by and Remington stays with Emerson and Shy. Sebastian is round quite a lot with Larisa and Remington comes out to them, as well.

It is on a particular Tuesday that we continue this story.

Remington is by himself in town, just wondering around aimlessly. He's not really paying much attention to what's going on around him as he is more focussed on what is going on in his head. The whole concept of him being gay is still so very new to him. Though he doesn't doubt it and knows that his brothers and his friends don't have a problem with it, it's still a lot to get his head around.

His whole life, up to now, he has believed that he should have been looking at women and finding them attractive. Yet every time he was with a women, something always felt off. Remington could never quite figure out what it was that was wrong.

When the young man first laid his eyes on Andy, he felt what he should have been feeling with all of those girls. He had that tingly feeling and the desire to know more about this most beautiful of men.

Remington never said anything to anyone about his newly found attraction, although it didn't take long for Emerson to figure it out. The two brothers have always been close so it wasn't exactly difficult for the younger of the two to notice the way his best friend was around this man.

So here Remington is, lost in his own mind and too focussed to notice the familiar man he's about to bump into. "Shit, sorry," he mutters, and then looks up at the person he crashed into. "Oh, Andy, hi."

"It's okay, Remington," Andy starts. "It's good to see you again. How is everything?" He asks, feeling concerned for the man before him. Andy has always felt something around the pale boy. Ever since he first realised he was attracted to men, Remington has been the one to take his interest.

Stepping back a bit, Remington answers, nervous. "It's good, actually."

"That's good." A gentle smile makes it's way onto Andy's face. "I'm glad." That's where the conversation ends, but just as Remington is turning to walk away, the older grabs his hand, stopping the younger man in his tracks. "I want to keep in touch with you, Remington. You intrigue me." After saying this, he takes out a pen and writes his name on the back of the younger man's hand. "Text me," he says, and then releases the hand.

The two singers part ways.

Eventually, after a while of thinking about what just happened, Remington gets back to his brother's house. He sits himself down on the sofa and takes his phone from his pocket, opening up contacts and pressing on 'create'. He types Andy's name in and then adds the number from the back of his hand, remembering the feeling of the pen on his hand as it wrote, and also remembering how it felt when Andy held his hand.

He liked it.

Shy comes into the room he's in, sitting down and observing the way Remington looks very thoughtful. "You okay?" She asks, slightly amused by the way he's so focussed on something.

"What, yeah. I'm good," the boy says, knocking himself out of his mind.

"What's that?" She points to the pen on his hand.

"Pen."

She laughs. "Who put it there?"

The young man rolls his eyes, saying, "I did."

"What, you wrote your own phone number on your hand?" Shy asks, getting a closer look at the digits written. "Ah, that isn't yours, is it?" Remington doesn't answer and is relieved when Emerson comes into the room. "Hey, Em, your brother has someone's number on his hand."

Emerson becomes interested straight away. "Really?" He laughs out loud when he actually sees the pen on his brother's hand. "Wow, who's is it?"

"He won't say."

Emerson takes his brother's hand to look at the numbers. The hand is soon yanked from his grip and Remington stands up, turning and heading for the stairs.

Emerson and Shy sit in the living room for a while, the man drawing and the women playing with her phone. After an hour or so, Emerson decides to go and talk to Remington, to make sure he didn't upset him. He knows the boy is fragile, specially after everything Holly put him through. He knocks on the door and then enters the room where the boy is sitting on the bed reading a book.

Remington looks up at his younger brother, giving him a gentle smile. "I'm sorry, Emerson. I don't know why I was so secretive."

"It's okay, Rem, I understand." He sits down beside him.

Remington puts the book down. "It's Andy's number. I bumped into him today."

"Wow," Emerson congratulates. "Did you ask for it?"

Remington is quick to shake his head. "No, he gave it to me. He said he wants to keep in touch because I intrigue him."

The brothers are happy, sitting in each other's company and talking. They really are best friends.