Chapter 6: Black cat and the heartbroken man
Maxwell was exhausted.
He'd had a long, hard day at work arguing with fucking idiots, and now he just wanted to go home and rest. Maybe spend a few hours with his favourite beta, and then call it a day. It'd been so long since the two of them had been able to hang out, and he just wanted some of his big, dumb comfort after a long day.
What Maxwell was not expecting was the slumped over pile of a man on his front porch, several bottles of wine in a bag next to him, and a big, wide grin greeting him. The man's glasses weren't even properly on his face, and were slanted, only covering one of his eyes.
Maxwell was stunned. It was nearly winter, and the man's cheeks were either red from the cold, or red from the alcohol. Given the situation, he wasn't sure which one was worse.
Maxwell knew that Andrew had a high alcohol tolerance. The man could keep up with him. So he was confused as to why he had drunk enough that he was clearly intoxicated. Especially in this weather? It was nearly freezing outside, and he wasn't properly dressed.
Sure, he was wearing a large, comfy looking sweater and thick jeans, but that wasn't enough! He should be wearing a hat, a jacket, gloves, and a scarf. Andrew had to be freezing. The situation reminded him of how the idiot had fallen asleep on his balcony in the cold.
His heart had nearly jumped out of his chest when he had realised it.
Maxwell rarely went to the second storey of his house, since he had everything he could need on the first floor. He was thankful that he had been forced to go up to the office there that day. His Father's secretary needed some important documents from him that day, so he had trudged up the stairs to grab them. When he had glanced out the window, he had taken a moment to appreciate that this neighbourhood had good views.
Of course, he had glanced over at Andrew's apartment. It made sense to. He was getting to know that man, and it was a neighbourly thing to do. That was when he had noticed that the giant, soft chair that Andrew usually had in his living room was halfway in and halfway out of the balcony door.