Chapter 283: Round two, fight!
The hurried footsteps were what clued Andrew into the fact that Maxwell was coming. He didn’t even need to guess who they belonged to, he just knew.
Ford was pushed to the background of his mind as Maxwell came into view, huffing, Mr. Newman trailing behind him. Maxwell looked horrified at the state of him and rushed towards him.
"Andy!" He shouted, running towards him and practically falling on the other man. He wrapped his arms around his head, pulling him against his chest. His grip was tight, his scent potent as it filled Andrew’s lungs. Andrew’s arms wrapped around the other man like a vice, locking into place to pull Maxwell tighter against him.
"Max." Andrew exhaled, his face in the crook of his neck as Maxwell held him.
"You damn fool. Your health comes before everything else." Maxwell grumbled, clearly upset and Andrew flinched. He wanted to explain himself, explain his reasoning. Unfortunately, his tongue still felt thick in his mouth, swollen with words he wanted to say, but couldn’t.
"Burden." Andrew managed to get out and Maxwell nearly screeched.
"There is no fucking way you’re a burden to me, Andrew. If you dare say that shit again..." Maxwell trailed off, upset, but Andrew just inhaled his scent. It was completely different to get it from the source instead of a little sheet filled with his scent. It was good, it was nice, it was soothing.
The sound of a door opening, and the shifting of fabric.
"Ah. Welcome, Mr. Beckett. I assumed you would be here shortly.’" Dr. Liu was taking everything in stride. Honestly, Andrew was pretty sure she would take everything in stride. It was a complement. It was a good trait for a Doctor to have, even if Andrew didn’t know what she had her doctorate in.