Remington was sleepy while Andy dabbed at his wounds with antiseptic wipes, damp from the shower, with the blanket pulled up to his waist. The belt chain lay on his chest, his hand resting over it. 

After leaving the police station, where Andy had spent what felt like hours signing various forms and answering questions about his home and his relationship to Remington and his insurance, he hadn't spoken more than a few sentences. In the car, Andy had given him the blanket, which he had clutched in his hands. 

Now, apart from the occasional wince, he was quiet and still, until the ringing of Andy's phone made him lurch, his eyes bolting open. "Woah there," Andy said, putting the wipe down to answer it. "Juliet, hey," he said, holding the phone to his ear with his left hand and continuing to tend to Remington's cuts. "Yeah, I'm home. Uh, sure. Let yourself in. Okay. I'll see you later." 

"Your wife who you not love no more?" Remington asked in a soft voice. "She coming here?" 

Andy hummed. "She's back from tour and we decided before she went that she'd stay here while her new place is finished. She's having the kitchen re-done." 

"Okay." He gathered the chain into his hand. "She good like you?" 

"She's wonderful." 

"What?" 

"It means she's very good. You'll like her, I'm sure." 

Remington nodded again, the chain warm in his hand. "I have food?" 

"Sure, I'll get you something when I've finished this. You want hot chocolate, too?" 

"Yes." 

Juliet texted while Andy was spreading butter onto bread, letting him know she'd be there in an hour, and he replied while waiting for the kettle to boil, turning around when Remington spoke from the doorway. 

"I sit with you," he said, and Andy smiled. He pulled out a chair at the breakfast bar and sat in it with the blanket around him. "I not go back to that place." 

"The police station?" Andy asked, pouring the boiled water into a mug with chocolate powder. 

"No. It's evil. Evil people make me go there and I not go back." 

"Well, I hope you never have to go back, but they might need to talk to you again." 

"Why?" 

"To make sure they have enough information about you." 

"Oh." 

"But I'll come with you." 

"Okay. 

Stirring the drink, Andy hummed. "Everything's gonna be just fine now. You're safe, you're not in jail, things could be a lot worse."

"But my house all gone." 

"Yes, that's the worst part of it."

"I try to make your house into my house." 

"I'm sure you'll feel at home in no time." 

"I try." 

Giving him the sandwich and drink, Andy sat opposite with his own coffee. "That's all anyone can do." 

Remington sipped the hot chocolate and looked at the man, said after a moment, "I never knew people can be so, uh, how do you say...nice for my eyes?" 

Andy chuckled. "You could say pretty, or beautiful, or gorgeous." 

"Okay. I never knew people can be so pretty and beautiful and gorgeous like you." 

"You're pretty and beautiful and gorgeous, too." 

"I never knew that either." 

"Well, now you do." 

Andy's phone buzzed on the side and Remington flinched and stared at it. 

"It's just Juliet," Andy explained, checking it. "She's on her way." 

"Okay. Is she pretty and beautiful and gorgeous like you?" 

"Oh, very." 

"I try to be her friend." 

Andy smiled. "That's a great idea."

"She's not evil?" 

"Definitely not." 

"Okay." 

* * * 

They were still in the kitchen, Remington on his second hot chocolate, when Juliet arrived with two suitcases and a backpack. Andy jumped up to help her carry it up the stairs and into the room he'd prepared for her, Remington watching the doorway.

Upstairs, Andy said to her in a hushed voice, "I should tell you someone else is staying here, too." 

"Oh. Who?" 

"It's kinda complicated, but he doesn't really have anywhere else, like, he was basically homeless his whole life, and he trusts me, so..." 

"Right..." 

"Don't worry, he's not gonna murder us. He just needs help adjusting to society. Anyway, if he calls you or anything you own evil, don't take it personal. He does it a lot. But just use simple words when you talk to him or he won't understand. But honestly, he's a sweetheart, you'll love him." 

"You trust people way too easily," she said with a laugh. 

"Yes, I do. Is this everything?" 

"Yeah. Thanks for helping, you didn't have to." 

"Don't sweat it. Come and meet Remington." 

"Oooh, cute name." 

"I take full credit for it, just sayin'." He left the room and begun down the stairs, Juliet following. In the kitchen, he said, "Remington, this is Juliet." 

The boy stared at her and she looked towards Andy, who shrugged. "You were right," he said eventually, and Andy laughed. 

"Right about what?" Juliet asked, sitting down. 

"Oh, he asked if you were pretty." 

"And beautiful and gorgeous," Remington corrected. 

"And beautiful and gorgeous," Andy agreed. 

"Oh. Thank you." 

Remington rubbed his eyes. "When is it not today anymore?" He asked. 

Andy checked his watch. "It's hour nineteen. Why don't you go to bed? You've had a long day." 

"I stay until hour twenty." 

"Alright. Juliet, you want a drink?" 

"Oh, yeah. Coffee. You still have that machine?" 

"Of course. Best thing I ever bought." 

"If you say so." 

"I do say so." 

"So, Remington," She started. "What do you think of Andy?" 

Twirling the chain around his fingers, Remington looked at her. "I think Andy is the most nice person." 

"Yes, I think he is, too." 

"But he talks so much." 

Andy shook his head and Juliet laughed. 

"He also tell me evil people don't die, and I think they have to die so then no more evil. But he makes me safe from the evil people." Remington yawned. "They make me go to evil place with little room that I not get out of. And Andy come to save me and take me here." 

"Oh, I see. It's been quite the day, huh?" 

"It's been a lot of days after I said I not need help. But then I know I really do need help. And the evil people knock down my house and I lose chain and they not let me find it, then they take me to the place with all little rooms that I not get out of, and I thought they gonna hurt me, but Andy come and make them let me out. Now I try to make his house like my house so I can be always safe from evil people." He yawned again. "Did Andy make you be safe from evil people?" 

"Oh yes, many times." 

"But you not love him no more?" 

"Well, I still love him, but just in a different way." 

"Like friends?" 

"Yeah, exactly." She looked at Andy, who smiled and tried to work out how to use the coffee machine that he spent way too much money on and used less than once a year.