Chapter 103: A breakfast for two
The two somehow managed to keep their hands off of each other. It might have to do with how good Andrew’s food smelled, but he wasn’t going to take credit for that. It was all Maxwell’s willpower. Andrew barely had any when it came to the man, and was willing to give the other full credit.
Watching Maxwell eat was like watching a piece of artwork move and act. He was such a clean eater, and watching him enjoy the food that Andrew made, made his heart warm. It wasn’t obvious, but if you paid close enough attention, you could tell what he liked and didn’t.
Thankfully, it appeared that everything Andrew had made this time, he liked. His brows would draw together every time he had something that he liked, and it was almost like he was pretending that he didn’t really like the food. He would have several bites of another food, or several, before going back for a slightly bigger bite. It was adorable, and got even cuter the more he observed it.
Andrew was pretty sure Maxwell had no idea that he did it, and that made the moment even more precious. He would keep his observations to himself forever.
"Do you like the pancakes?" Andrew asked eventually, practically staring at the other man as he ate. Maxwell’s ears were pink, and he was clearly embarrassed.
"I...yes. They are very good." Maxwell said, and Andrew grinned.
"What about the syrup? Do you like it?" Andrew had done his best, but it was hard to get it exactly right. He did have quite a few spices in the house, but it seemed he was missing the right one to get the exact depth of the scent right.
Maxwell made a face, and Andrew hid his laughter. Maxwell was doing his best to say nice things, and Andrew appreciated it. But he knew that the syrup wasn’t for him. And how could he blame him?
Andrew didn’t really like pancakes all that much. He was more of a french toast kind of guy, but watching Maxwell relish every bite he took of the pancakes themselves truly told Andrew all that he needed to know. They both liked each other, but not exactly...
Shaking his head, he smiled at Maxwell warmly, and Maxwell sighed.
"It’s...interesting." He said, and Andrew burst into laughter. Maxwell frowned further as Andrew continued to laugh. Maxwell had only touched it once, and that was it. He didn’t even go back for a second taste, and his face had remained so completely neutral during that bite that Andrew had worried if he was alright.