Andy started leaving work late despite the promise he had made to Abigail to always be home by six. Tonight, for the fourth day in a row, he was still in his office gone seven o'clock, wading through internship applications. He felt like he was getting nowhere despite the amount that he'd already organised into the 'definite no' file on his computer. 

The phone on his desk rang as he was looking at a portfolio of badly proportioned dress designs, and he picked it up without speaking, let them talk first. "There's someone at the gate claiming to be your husband," said the man watching the cameras. 

"Remington?" Andy checked. 

"Yep." 

"Yeah, let him in." He put the phone down and moved the badly proportioned portfolio and piece of writing into the 'definite no' file, opened the next application and begun to read their reasoning as to why they applied. When there was a knock on his door, he called for them to come in, recognised it was Remington before returning his eyes to the screen. "Hey," he said without looking up. "Sorry. One sec. Sit if you like. It's a new couch." 

Remington did. He tried not to watch Andy, but it was difficult. His concentration on what he was reading made him seem even more beautiful, if such a thing was possible. 

"This is a nice surprise," Andy said after a minute, lifting his gaze to meet Remington's. "What can I do for you?" 

"Oh, nothing. I just thought, it's kinda late, maybe you'd be, uh, stressed out, or something. I don't know." 

Andy smiled, stood, and walked around the desk. He sat beside Remington on the black couch. "Well, it's nice to see you." 

"You look busy." 

"Internship applications. Wanna help?" 

"Really?" 

"You're good with fashion. Not now, though. I need to go home before I make staying late a habit. Tomorrow, it's my day off. I'll show you what you'd need to do and you can decide whether or not you want to. No pressure." 

"Okay." 

"You eaten yet?" 

"Not since lunch." 

"Great. I'm taking you out. Just give me ten minutes to sort everything out." 

"Yeah, sure," Remington said. "Take as long as you need." 

"Don't encourage me, I'll be here until morning." Andy leant back and closed his eyes. "Come here, give me a hug for a few moments." He lifted his arm above Remington's shoulders, lowered it once the younger was pressed against him. "How'd you sleep last night?" He asked quietly. "Didn't hear anything, so I'm hoping you slept better." 

Remington leant his head on Andy's shoulder. "I'm still having the nightmare. But used to it now, so..." 

"I'm sorry." 

"It isn't as bad when I'm in your bed." 

"Is that an unsubtle hint?"

"Maybe." 

"You can sleep in my bed anytime, you don't need to ask. I welcome your company and I'll never turn down cuddles, you should have worked that out by now." 

"Thanks, Andrew." 

Andy opened his eyes. "Andrew?" 

"You're at work, no?" 

"You're literally married to me and you literally saw my dick the other day, I think we can pass on formalities." 

"I did see your dick." 

"I'm glad you remember." 

Remington hummed. "You have a nice dick." 

Andy shook his head and laughed. "Thank you, I suppose. Right. Up. If I don't move now, I never will. Ten minutes tops. Where'd you wanna go for food?" He stood, yawned, and returned to his desk.

"What was the place we went to last time?" 

"The pizzeria?"

"Yeah. Can we go there?" 

"Sure can." Picking up the desk phone, he pressed a button and said into it, "I'll lock up. If you wanna go home, please do." A fuzzy 'okay boss, thank you, see you Friday' came through the speaker, and the line went dead. 

* * * 

In the pizzeria, they ordered two large pizzas to share, and sipped glasses of lemonade while they waited. "So," Andy begun, after a few minutes of comfortable quiet. "Heard from your brothers recently?" 

"Yeah, we text most days." 

"That's good. How are they?" 

"They're good. They're talking about moving closer to here so we can see each other more, once they can afford it." 

"You know that debit card I gave you? The one you still haven't spent a penny from?" 

Remington nodded. 

"Transfer all that money into one of their accounts, and I'll top it up again. There's something like four thousand in it." 

"Really?" 

"Of course. You tell them, money shouldn't stop them from being closer to you. I'm happy to pay for anything they need, really. No sweat." 

"You're like a sugar daddy," Remington said, then giggled. 

Andy smiled. "Not a sugar daddy, your sugar daddy. Or in this case, your brothers' sugar daddy." 

"I'll tell them." 

"Good." 

"They might not want it. Your money. They're stubborn like that. I wish they'd just give you a chance." 

"I understand why they hate me, it's okay. Don't get upset with them because of it. They're your brothers. I'm just a man who likes dresses that you were forced to marry." 

"No," Remington said. "You're my husband who I very much wish to continue being married to. I'm not being forced anymore. I want to." 

Andy sipped his drink. "It genuinely baffles me how you were single before you met me." 

"It's called never leaving the house." 

"It's called bullshit." 

"I like it when you swear. You go from hot boss man to hotter boss man." Picking up his glass, Remington smiled. "So, what were your exes like?"