Remy spent the evening in the ER getting his wrist x rayed while Spencer spent the night in jail. Turns out he broke it when he fell, which was just perfect.

He couldn't work with a broken wrist at either job of his. The warehouse wouldn't let him operate the forklift, and he couldn't lift anything at the moving company. The thought of six weeks with no income weighed heavy over his head as he waited in the lobby area for Spencer to be released.

Spencer used his one call to Remy. Asking for him to come bail him out as soon as he was able to. They charged Spencer with disorderly conduct. It was his first offense as an adult, so they hit him with a heavy fine, twenty-five hundred, to be exact. The other guy got four months probation added to his charge. Spencer had been picked up on similar charges as a teenager. Those on his juvenile record expunged when he turned eighteen. The other male apparently had been in the same court just over five months ago, so the judge wasn't happy to see him again.

Remy didn't even have to look his way for him to feel the anger coming off of him. Spencer knew he fucked up, but he also didn't feel in the wrong at all for what he did. He stood up for himself, unlike Remy, who wanted to back down.

"You know you can be pissed all you fucking want with me. But I did what was right." Commented Spencer, standing by Remy's car. "I stood up for myself, which was more than you did last night."

Remy was hurt by his words, shaking his head, "I was the bigger man last night. I didn't stoop to his level. I didn't let him get the best of me. . . "

"Oh, so that's what you did." Sarcasm in Spencer's voice, not impressed at all.

" Look, I don't feel like fighting with you right now. I'm tired, and I'm in pain. I just want to go home and sleep. Okay!" Frustration and anger in his own voice.

"You know what I think I'll walk home. I don't need this from you." Spencer spat.

Slamming the passenger door shut, then stormed off. Pulling out his pack of smokes from the collection bag they put all his belongings in.

"You do that," Remy yelled as he opened his car door. "You enjoy the two-hour walk home, asshole."

Spencer, flicking Remy off as he turned back, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

* * * *

Unlike most fights between them, Remy broke down first, usually Spencer was the asshole and knew it, so he would be the one that spoke up first. Remy felt Spencer was yet again the asshole this time as well but started to get worried after he didn't hear from him a few days later. Spencer had never gone past a week not talking to him. It was now going on a week and a half.

Remy knew his work schedule being Friday meant he got off at nine and was home no later than nine-thirty from the shop. When he knocked on the door and didn't answer Remy used the key he was given to let himself in. Instantly, he felt his heart shatter. He honestly didn't need to go any further into his apartment to know what was happening, but his hurt quickly turned to anger, fueling him forward, storming into his bedroom. The moans subsided as he slammed the door wide open startling Katelen.

"Remy!" Exclaimed the two of them together.

Spencer's face flushed ghostly white as he was caught in the act. Remy didn't say anything there was nothing for him to say. He already knew this day was going to happen. He called it the moment Spencer said he broke things off with Katelen, and he still let himself fall for it. Loving Spencer has been nothing but pain for him. Nodding his head to himself as he walked away. He deserved this.

"Remy! Remy!" Yelled Spencer as he followed him out of the apartment, holding the bedsheet around his waist with one hand. "Stop! Please. . . "

"NO." Snapped Remy, "You don't get to tell me what to do." Remy turned around. "You don't get to say anything. You don't get to explain yourself. You don't get anything else from me. As far as I'm concerned it's over. All of it. Everything."

Remy stepped to Spencer, so he could look him dead in the eye. To make sure he fully understood him as he spoke. Wanting him to see the pain he now felt caused by him, to watch the love he had for him turn to hate.

"You're dead to me."

He didn't want to hear another word. He didn't want to look at him, didn't want to think about him. Remy held himself together long enough to get on the elevator, letting it all go, screaming as the tears ran down his face. The anger building in him, hate growing for himself for being so stupid, so blinded by love.

"I knew I should have listened to my girlfriend. She told me something was up between the two of you, but I didn't want to believe her." Katelen shook her head in disgust, "I told myself she was just jealous."

Katelen, laughing at her stupidity that she couldn't see it. Pulling her dress back on, muttering under her breath as she pushed past Spencer in the doorway, "Fucking fag."