Chapter 335: A piece of trash
Maxwell, it turned out, got a call shortly before they finished dinner and had to do some work because of the call. It sounded rather serious, which meant Andrew was left to clean up and probably have the night to himself. He wanted to be near Maxwell as he worked, but also didn’t want to distract him.
Especially as Maxwell’s voice started to rise in volume. It sounded like someone had fucked up, and now Maxwell had to clean up the mess. Oof.
Andrew went about making sure the house was spotless before he made himself home on the couch in the living room, keeping an ear out for Maxwell as he set to work researching separation anxiety, symptoms, and anything that he could do.
Andrew was slightly relieved that at first it didn’t sound too different from a normal anxiety disorder. It was only as he read more about how it could affect work life balance that he felt a cold sweat run down his spine.
Looking through the list of normal symptoms, Andrew could tell that if Maxwell had it, he had the rather extreme side of things. Especially since what he was reading was for normal betas and probably alphas. There was a whole other tab for omegas, but he didn’t want to touch that yet so that he could understand the differences.
Andrew spent a long time taking notes, making sure he was reading multiple sources, checking that they weren’t just blowing air, and then referencing his materials again. He had a little notepad that he was taking his more serious notes on, simply because he worked better when he took notes on things he wanted to remember, and he wanted to remember this.
He wrote down several notes for treatment. Normal treatment, before he got up to check on Maxwell.
He made his way to his office, peeking into the room to find the man pacing around on the phone, yelling at someone still. Maxwell looked pissed, his face a cloud of anger and Andrew checked his phone. He wondered if he was going to be doing this all night, and if that was the case, maybe they should go in a little later for work in the morning since he was working off the clock.
He then shook his head, sneaking away so as not to disturb his boyfriend while he was putting out fires. He knew better. Maxwell wouldn’t want to stay home in the morning, especially after he had been busy putting out fires at night. What he was thinking? Maxwell would turn that suggestion down in a heartbeat.