Trigger Warning: Brief mentions of abuse

Two days after Andy fired Gregory, a man in a black suit came to give Remington the news of their marriage being terminated, taking the ring and saying, "Your next wedding is this afternoon." 

Remington's eyes widened. Andy hadn't mentioned anything about it. Did that mean he'd be made to marry someone else? 

"Because of your illness, you'll come back here afterwards. We've been told your previous husband treated you very poorly and that he gave you sepsis, so we've made sure your next husband is not going to pose such great harm upon you." 

Does that mean he's still gonna hurt me, just not as much? How is that any better? What about Andy? Remington nodded. He was surprised they even cared about what had happened to him. 

"Your doctor will sign you out for no more than an hour." 

"Okay." 

"You'll wear this suit. Please be ready by twelve." 

That gave Remington one hour and a half to not have a heart attack at the thought of marrying someone else. Why hadn't Andy done anything about it? Why wasn't he here? Maybe he was, after all, just the same as everyone else. A liar. 

Remington didn't like the suit they made him wear, but he put it on anyway. It was slightly too big, but he didn't care. If this was what he feared it was, an ill-fitting suit was hardly something worth worrying about. 

He was driven to the registry office that he'd been in twice already. It was both funny and sad, the fact he recognised the officiator, and he stood, twisting Andy's ring on his finger, as he waited. 

When the door opened, Remington watched it, breathed a sigh of relief when he glimpsed the familiar red of the suit Andy always wore to work. He must have come straight from work - that explained why he wasn't at the hospital, at least. "Sorry," he whispered once he was stood beside Remington. "Didn't haven time to tell you. They were gonna marry me to someone else, had to fix this just a few hours ago." 

Remington nodded. 

"Awful suit," Andy whispered now. 

"I know," Remington whispered back. "Yours is better." 

This time, during the 'I do's', Remington didn't cry, didn't even feel close to crying, and his hand didn't shake when he slid the ring onto Andy's finger. When they were instructed to kiss, Andy again leant in to his cheek rather than his mouth, placed a soft kiss there, and whispered, "Mine again." 

Remington swallowed and said nothing. He didn't want to admit how that made him feel, how Andy's voice awoke something inside him. 

He returned to the hospital with Andy after, and once a nurse had returned the IV to his arm and reconnected the feeding tube to the frame, he said, "I guess third's a charm." 

"First wedding I've had without hating it, too," Andy said. "What a sad little world we live in." 

"It's less sad now." 

"Mm, I agree. Listen, I can't stay. I have to be at work. Training the new finance manager. I'll come by tomorrow, before therapy. Oh, here." Andy reached into his shoulder bag and took out a rectangular box. "Go crazy. I put my number in already, so if you need anything, like a new book or whatever, shoot me a text." He passed it to Remington. "And contact your brothers. Invite them down if you like." 

Remington pulled the lid off the box and picked up the slim phone. It was already charged, and Andy hadn't added a password, so he was able to sign in quickly. "You saved yourself as 'Hot Boss Man/technically-husband'?" 

"If you change it, I'll make you call me Andrew." 

* * * 

Andy's new finance manager was a young woman called Erin. She didn't have much experience in the job but Andy was an avid believer of giving everyone an equal chance, no matter their background. It was her second day working in the office and he had more or less taken her under his wing while she settled in. 

"Afternoon," he greeted as he unlocked his office. Her desk was the nearest to his door. "Sorry to be so late today. Had some legal shit to deal with. Everything okay?" He opened the door and put his bag on the chair, left the room, stood beside her desk. 

"I think so," she said. "This is right?" 

Andy turned the compute screen in his direction. "That's great. Keep doing that." 

"Oh, good. I was worried it didn't look right." 

"No, that's right. The layout's a little weird, I know. Blame the previous finance manager for that, he messed everything up. Please do change it around if you can find a simpler way to do it, as long as the outcome is the same." 

"Alright." 

"Everyone treating you okay?" 

"Yeah." 

"Any problems, you tell me. You know where I am. And when I'm not in, you can call, I believe my mobile is saved in the desk phone. But only for emergencies." 

"Sure," Erin said, curious as to why he took so many days off but not daring to ask. He was intimidating enough as it was. 

"You took half an hour for lunch, I trust?" 

"Uh, yeah." 

"Alright, good. And you know where the staffroom is for the kettle and stuff? You're free to make yourself coffee or whatever anytime in the day, as long as you have it while you work." 

"Yeah." 

"Anyway, I'll leave you to it. You're doing great. Much more efficient that the last guy. You should have heard the excuses he came up with when he hadn't finished the weekly spreadsheets. 'Oh boss, I lost all feeling in my fingers.' 'Oh, Andy, I couldn't see, someone had cut out my eyes to use as bouncy balls.' 'You'll never guess what, Andy! I was too busy swimming in the Antarctic ocean to finish it!' I can tell you what annoyed me the most. The fact he called me Andy. Anyway, I'm rambling. I'll come check how things are going in a few hours." 

Erin didn't have a response other than to nod. She'd known about Andrew Biersack long before she applied for the job, had idolised him despite the fact he was a men's designer, and had created a version of him in her mind that was the opposite of what he actually was like.