Andy's computer was a great confusion to Remington, who came across it when he was looking around the podcast room, trying to work out what everything was. He touched the mouse and the screen lit up, startling him, and he jumped back the way a cat would.

Slowly, he approached it again, moving the mouse over the desk, watching the little arrow on the screen with wide eyes. He couldn't make sense of how something he was touching could move something he couldn't feel. Each time he put his fingers on the arrow to stop it, it kept travelling from one side to the other, only halting when he let go of the mouse. 

He pressed a button on the keyboard, and when nothing happened, started from the top left, pushing down each one, sharply retracting his hand when music begun blaring. He backed away and covered his ears, but he could still hear the loud noise, unfamiliar and threatening. Someone was screaming at him. 

When Andy came into the door at the sound, Remington was sure it was him who was screaming, only his mouth wasn't moving, and he manoeuvred himself into the corner, tears springing into his eyes. The noise made his head hurt, and then suddenly, it stopped, and everything was quiet again. 

"It's okay," Andy said, stepping away from the computer. "Just music. Nothing to be afraid of." 

Remington kept his hands over his ears. 

"All quiet now, see?" 

He stared at Andy, eyes glimmering, and cautiously lowered his hands. His left immediately felt for the belt chain he kept in his hoodie pocket. "Screaming," he mumbled. 

"It's just one of my band's songs." 

"Screaming at me." 

"No, not at you. Just screaming in general, for the song." 

"Is you?" 

"Yeah." 

"You screaming at me, why?" 

Andy pulled out the desk chair and sat in it, a few metres from Remington. "I'm not screaming at you. It's part of the song. People like listening to it, sometimes. And I like doing it." 

Remington nodded slowly, like he didn't understand. "So loud." 

"I know, I'm sorry about that." 

"I thought it's gonna make my head go wrong." 

"Go wrong?" 

"Go no more, like...bang." 

"Oh, make it explode? Yes, well, loud music can feel like that. But your head's just fine." 

"I make it scream at me." 

"You just pressed the play button, that's all. I hadn't closed the file, so..." Remington blinked, waited for a translation, and Andy sighed, thought how he could word it. "One of the buttons made it scream, but it wasn't screaming at you. Not your fault." 

"I not know it would scream at me." 

"It's not your fault, don't worry about it." 

"Why it scream if I not fault? I make it angry? Or it's angry at other things?" 

Andy wheeled himself towards Remington and held his hands out for the younger to take. "It's not angry at anything. It's just doing what it thought it was meant to do when that button is pressed." 

"But I not want it to. Why it do that if I not want it to? I not tell it to scream," Remington said, eyeing the hands before him. 

"No, but that's how it works. Each button does something, and you pressed one that made all that noise. It's how it works." 

"I not understand, too confusing." He touched Andy's palm with his fingers. "I not touch it no more. Not want it to scream at me again, not like it." 

"That's okay, you don't have to. I'm sorry it scared you." 

Instead of taking Andy's hands, Remington gripped his biceps and sat himself in the man's lap, leaning against him and dropping his arms loosely over the back of the chair, chest to chest. "You hold," he mumbled, adding, "So no evil. You hold." 

Andy wrapped his arms around Remington. "Spooked, huh?" 

"What?" 

"You're shaking." 

"It scream at me, I not like. I thought it's you and I make you mad so you scream and I not want you scream at me, I not like it, you stay being good, promise? You no be evil like screaming thing. Promise?" 

"It wasn't screaming at you, sweetheart. It wasn't screaming at anyone, it was just screaming." 

"You no be evil, promise?" There was a desperation in his voice that lead Andy to believe he really did think the computer was plotting to murder him. 

"I promise." 

"You not scream, I get scared like I gonna be hurt. Brothers tell me if I bad, I get hurt. I not like hurt." 

"Nothing's going to hurt you." 

"Why everything so wrong?" 

"Give me some examples." 

"What?" 

"What are some things that are wrong?" 

Remington started following the lines of Andy's feather tattoo as he thought. "When I sleep, I not hear the right things no more. And water not the same as river. And all things scream at me when I not do something bad. And I not see brothers no more, not like not seeing brothers. But I not know why, when they tell me they not real but they are real. I not understand how I feel, is not right, you fix it?" 

"You know, it's okay to be confused by your own mind." 

"No. Not like it. You be sun, you fix it? I not know how, but you fix all other things I not know. You fix this?" 

"Do you want to find your brothers?" 

"I not know." 

"Aw, don't cry. Don't cry. It's okay. Everything's going to be just fine, okay? Shh." 

"No, everything all wrong and I not like it no more. I not like it, I want it to go away. How I make it go away?" He was sniffling into Andy's neck. 

Andy ran his fingers up and down his spine. "How about I make you a hot chocolate? You need sugar, I think." 

"I not try talk no more, too hard for brain. You help, no talk." 

Without speaking, Andy took Remington into his bedroom, lay him down, and went to make hot chocolate.