Chapter 18: A tasty breakfast treat
"Andrew? Are you awake?" Max's soft voice washed over him as he was panicking, and Andrew felt his shoulder's relax.
"I'm awake." He answered easily, and Maxwell sighed.
"Oh good. I don't know what I would do if you fell asleep. You're too heavy for me to try to lift out of the tub." Maxwell told him, and Andrew chuckled.
"You could just drain the tub, and cover me in a bunch of towels. I'd figure it out." He said, turning his head to the side. Maxwell was close enough that he could almost make out his expression, but not quite. If he was just a little closer.... He turned his head away at that thought. That would be dangerous for Maxwell, and he understood why.
The way his body was beginning to tingle felt the same way he'd felt before he'd escaped.
Maxwell inhaled sharply.
"Are you feeling okay, Andrew?" He asked tightly, and Andrew felt his blood run cold.
"Am I...do I smell?" Andrew asked softly, and Maxwell reached out for his hand, giving it a tight squeeze.
"It's okay that you smell, Andrew. I'm not upset, nor do I find it disgusting." He comforted, and Andrew exhaled.
"I'm sorry. I just...when I smelled Tracey for the first time-"
"Do not speak her name out loud." Max growled, and Andrew felt his mouth close, but with a slight smile.