Chapter 334: An anxious CEO
Andrew’s heart kicked back into gear, his whole body unfreezing as he stared at the embarrassed, awkward Maxwell across from him.
"What? When? Where? Did this happen at your latest Doctor appointment?" Andrew felt the flood of questions leave his mouth and winced. He was sure that the other man didn’t want to talk about it, but Maxwell exceeded his expectations.
He looked guilty, nervous, as if this was something to be ashamed of. Andrew was only filled with concern for the other man. He looked down at the plate in front of him, his hand squeezing Andrew’s tightly in his grasp.
"I...spoke to Michael today at lunch. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but...I’ve been a little weird." Andrew had noticed. Of course he had, but he just chalked it up to them moving, all of the alpha pheromones in the house, and stress. The fact that Maxwell had turned to a Doctor on his own, even Michael, made Andrew realise this was probably a lot bigger than he thought. It was a lot bigger than he thought!
Separation anxiety? Andrew knew about anxiety, but if he was honest, he didn’t know much about this particular type. He had probably heard a few cases on the news, but hadn’t really paid attention. He knew that it was something that could affect omegas more, but he didn’t know what that meant. Damn it, he had wished that he had more time to study the last little bit, but he’d been so busy that his schooling had been pushed to the side for a bit.
"I’ve noticed." Andrew said stiffly, and could tell that Maxwell hadn’t expected his answer to be so abrupt. He looked a little shocked, and not in a good way. Andrew swallowed, squeezing Maxwell’s hand. He didn’t want to put that look in his face. "I didn’t say anything because I didn’t think it was a bad behaviour. Are you alright?" Andrew asked, worried. So damn worried.
Maxwell turned his gaze back down, and the shy way he was behaving had Andrew on high alert now. He didn’t like it. It had been semi cute before, but now it was anything but. He didn’t like that his bold Maxwell was avoiding making eye contact with him.
"I think so? Michael didn’t say it was anything negative, but that I should make a journal of my behaviours and then once we had enough data that we could then see what was the right path for treatment." Maxwell’s soft way of saying something that sounded like a big fucking deal had Andrew’s blood pressure rising.
He wasn’t mad, why the hell would he be mad that Maxwell was confiding in him? He was just so damn worried now that he knew that Maxwell was going through something.