Andy goes home in the evening, promising Remington he'll see him soon.

Once the boy is feeling better, he gets out of bed and grabs some clean clothes, wandering into the bathroom to have a shower. While in the shower, he washes his hair and hums to himself, happy that he doesn't feel like shit anymore.

After showering and getting dressed, Remington goes down and finds his brother, who's drawing at the kitchen table. "Hey Em," he greets, "I feel a lot better today."

Emerson smiles, looking up from his paper. "That's good."

The older sits down beside him. "Thanks for calling Andy," Remington says to his brother, admiring the drawing. "I really like that building." He points to a large and intricate building, with turrets and engravings.

"That's okay, and thank you. It's one of my favourites."

Since he's just been ill, Remington thinks it is best he doesn't do anything too demanding, like singing, so he finds something on Netflix. During the second episode, his phone buzzes.

Just checking how you are.

Remington smiles at Andy's message. He doesn't understand why the man cares but is grateful that he does.

I'm feeling a lot better. Thanks for staying with me yesterday.

Good! You're welcome.

You've got tour soon, right?

Yeah, I leave in two days.

The words feel like a stab in the gut. What if he never talks to the man again?

Oh, okay.

I'll text you as much as I can x

You will?

Of course I will! I don't want to stop talking to you.

Me neither. I really like talking with you.

Anyway, since I am leaving soon, I think we need to spend some time together.

Sure!

Do you want me to come to where you are? I'm guessing you're not 100% so I don't really want you walking over here x

Okay. But I look terrible.

Baby, that's not possible. You always look beautiful. Even when you were throwing up you looked beautiful x.

:)

Half an hour passes and then there's a knock on the door. Before Remington gets to it, Emerson opens the door, glancing at his brother with a smirk when he sees who it is. "Andy, come in," he says, stepping aside to let the man in.

Andy heads over to Remington, sitting himself down beside him. "Hey," he greets.

The younger smiles. "Hi."

"So," Andy begins, "how are you feeling?" He does truly sound like he cares, and it's the most anyone outside of Remington's family has ever cared. He doesn't really understand why.

"Okay, starving."

A gentle hand is placed on Remington's knee. "Let's get some food then," Andy suggests, noticing how the boy takes in a shaky breath in response to his action.

"Okay," he agrees, trying to keep his calm.

Andy lets the smirk emerge on his face. "You okay?" He asks, knowing Remington is flustered by such a simple action.

Remington nods unconvincingly. "Yeah, I'm cool."

In response, Andy moves his hand up the younger's leg, stopping and holding it still on his thigh. Remington gulps. "You sure?" Andy asks, homour in his voice. "I'm not convinced."

Still trying to keep calm, Remington says, "why not?"

"Because," the man begins, and then moves his hand even further up, "you just held your breath when I did that."

Remington isn't sure how to respond to this, so he instead says, "let's get some food."

The older man nods in agreement, taking his hand away. "Come on."

The two find some thing to eat in Emerson's kitchen, sitting at the dining table.

Remington, who is still flustered, asks, "how long is your tour?"

"Almost three months." Andy, although he wouldn't admit it to anyone, would really really miss Remington.

A frown is present on the spiky-haired man's face. He doesn't want Andy to go. "Oh," he begins, "that's a long time." His voice is sad. It's funny to think that just two weeks ago, Remington was still with Holly and was sleeping uncomfotably on the sofa with bruises and head aches.

"Why don't you come with me?"

Remington seems to freeze for a mere moment, shocked by what he's being asked. "What?" He asks.

Andy smiles at the cuteness, repeating what he said. "Come with me on tour. There's only me, the driver, and Lonny on my bus."

"Are you sure?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Okay...I'll come."

"Great. Pack a suitcase and the bus will pick you up Thursday morning.

Andy leaves and goes home and Remington tries to get used to the idea that he's going on tour with Andy; his crush.

He eventually goes to find Emerson, so he can inform him of the news. "Em," he starts, catching his brother's attention. "On Thursday Andy's going on tour and...so am I."

Emerson takes a double take. "You what?"

Remington can't help but laugh. "Im going on tour with Andy."

"Oh," the younger says, "okay. How long for?"

"Three months," he says, and smiles. It's gonna be one hell of a tour.