Chapter 115: Am I...a sugar baby?
In Andrew’s defense, he wasn’t used to getting help. Hadn’t been for a long time. So it shouldn’t have come as a shock to anyone that a few days before Maxwell’s brother’s wedding Andrew had nothing to wear.
You know, on account of him shooting up like a prepubescent teen in his late 20’s.
It did mean that he had no clothes to wear to the job he would start after the wedding, and that he had nothing to wear to the wedding. It was a source of argument between the couple. Andrew didn’t want to bother Maxwell, or have Maxwell pay for his clothes. While Maxwell wanted to use his wealth to do a nice thing for Andrew.
Currently, they were at an impasse, and Maxwell was about to lose his mind.
"Andrew, I know you don’t like me buying you things, but this is too much. You don’t have clothes to wear!" Maxwell declared as Andrew was in the middle of folding the clothes he had just washed. Because he only had the three sets of pants and shirts that Michael had brought him in the beginning. In case a situation like this happened.
"It’s not a big deal, Max. I’ll figure something out. I can-"
"Dr. Smith has not cleared you for large stores, Andrew! And I can’t understand why you won’t let me do this for you. I just want to show my appreciation for all that you do for me, and you won’t let me. It’s not even that much money. It’s spare change." Maxwell stated, his arms crossed as he stared at the stubborn man before him.
Andrew continued to fold the laundry calmly, even as he felt his own blood coming to a boil. It was one of the things that they hadn’t ever discussed.
The difference in income.