Chapter 7: A big cry baby
Andrew was inconsolable. He knew he was inconsolable, but he also didn't care. He had no one else to turn to, and so far, Maxwell hadn't turned him away saying he was being too demanding.
"I'm sorry to hear that she betrayed you Andrew." Maxwell's soft, lilting voice soothed something inside of Andrew. He enjoyed feeling Maxwell's voice against his ear, and heavily intoxicated, he rubbed his face against his chest, the smooth, soft texture of the dress shirt he was wearing rubbing against his cheeks. He nuzzled in closer, hugging the smaller man tightly. "Uh, Andrew? Can you please let me go?"
"Why? You're soft and smell nice. Do you not like it when I hug you?" Maxwell made a noise that Andrew hadn't heard before. His soft hands pushed at Andrew's face.
"Whether I like it or not doesn't matter. I told you to let me go." Andrew whined, but let go of the smaller man. Wobbling, he picked up his bag full of wine and headed for the living room, Maxwell anxiously following behind him. Andrew pouted, and when he glanced at Maxwell, he nearly ran into a small wall that separated the living room from the hallway.
"Why are you following me? Max doesn't even like me enough to hug me." Maxwell was exasperated. He sighed, knowing that even if he tried to help this giant, he would only be crushed under him as he went down. He ran his hand through his hair as Andrew, pouty lips and all, collapsed on the couch, groaning, before finding a bottle of wine. He didn't even go for the one he'd already opened, and instead went for a new one.
"Andrew, you know I'm not a touchy feely kind of person." Andrew's lips were out in a full, exaggerated pout, and Maxwell could only shake his head in response. Andrew, who was trying not to be obvious that he was sneaking looks at Maxwell, trying to check if he was upset, took a huge gulp from his new bottle of wine. Maxwell, who was stone cold sober, shook his head. "Andrew, I'm going to get changed, and possibly call in some take out for you. Do not move from the couch. Otherwise, I will get very cross." Andrew, who felt like he was being threatened now by Maxwell, felt his eyes well up again.
"So Max really doesn't like me either? I should leave." Maxwell, panicking as the drunk man tried to get to his feet, rushed over to Andrew who he was trying to keep his distance from. He tripped over his feet, and went flying towards Andrew. Andrew, while heavily intoxicated, still had good reflexes. He caught the man as he dove at him, heading straight for his lap. He smiled at Maxwell, who got to feel just how well Andrew was built and he wrapped him in his arms, holding him across his chest and lap at an awkward angle.
"A-Andrew?" Maxwell's voice was a squeak coming out of his mouth, while Andrew grinned widely.
"Awe. Did Max want a huggy? He could have just asked." Maxwell's face flushed as he grew embarrassed. Andrew, however, was blind to his neighbours distress. Instead, he was getting lost in his own.