Chapter 28: is this a tv drama?
Maxwell had his assistant, Mr. Newman, head over to his apartment to grab a few of Andrew’s things so he wasn’t basically naked in front of the security guards Maxwell’s parents had provided. Andrew knew that Maxwell was worried about his safety, but after how he felt today, he though he could have gone on his own. Maxwell had said no, and made sure Mr. Newman had gone. Andrew thought it was an extreme touch, but Maxwell wouldn’t budge. The man was taking his safety seriously.
Maxwell did have to leave shortly after, and he wasn’t sure when he would get back. He had a lot he had to get done today so that he could work from home. Andrew had to comfort him and tell him several times that he was going to manage on his own. It was almost as if Maxwell was worried Andrew wouldn’t be here when he got back.
Andrew thought that was silly. Where else could he go? Where else would he go?
Thankfully, because of the rut suppressants that were still in his system, he felt relatively normal. Every once in a while a scent would catch him off guard, or he would hear a conversation that he knew he shouldn’t have been able to, but he would save his concerns for Michael, not Maxwell.
At least, not now. The man was already having issues leaving him alone in a heavily guarded house, he wasn’t going to be any better if he found out that Andrew felt like a freak from things Maxwell himself was probably used to.
But, eventually, after Andrew was dressed, and had his proper prescription glasses on, and Maxwell had fussed over him for another half an hour, he left with Mr. Newman. Andrew felt like he was a puppy being left at home alone for the first time, but didn’t say that to Maxwell. He’d probably get upset.
He also had his phone back, since Maxwell had picked it up after he went looking for him from the cafe. So, taking a moment for himself, he was scrolling through his phone to see who had reached out to him.
A few people had. The cafe girls had, along with his old boss. There were a few of his coworkers who had as well, but Andrew didn’t read any of them. He was just actively disgusted by the chain of texts that Tracey had sent to "cover her tracks". It was disgusting to stare at them because he knew what she had been doing at the time. What an awful, horrible lying person.
Frustrated, and unable to leave the house, Andrew took up the only comfort he knew, and that he knew wouldn’t bother anyone. He went to the kitchen.