Chapter 344: Documentaries only tell the truth
The rest of the night was quiet. Richard didn’t come back downstairs, which meant that Maxwell went to check up on him on his own. Andrew just waited, knowing that Maxwell kind of wanted to take over the caring aspect of Richard. Andrew didn’t mind, and liked seeing this side of him.
It was so interesting to know that Maxwell’s caring side wasn’t fake, and just didn’t show up for others in an obvious way. It warmed Andrew’s heart quite a bit to see him passing by the kitchen doorway, a slightly concerned look on his face.
Andrew waited for the debrief, knowing that the other man was going to tell him all that was going on. While doing so, he wrapped up his evening of cooking and baking since it was getting late.
He was finishing up washing the last of his dishes when Maxwell’s scent caught up to him first and then a pair of warm, slightly smaller hands slid around his waist. Maxwell tucked his head against his back, letting out a sigh.
"Everything alright?" Andrew asked and Maxwell let out another sigh.
"He’s just overwhelmed by all of the smells and not used to how his body behaves to it. He was on some blockers and they are slowly weaning him off of them so he had a reaction. He didn’t react well to the reaction so that’s why he ran out like that and hasn’t come back. He asked that we restrain ourselves for at least two days because our scents are so strong to him." Maxwell grumbled. "I agree with him, but I’m disappointed that I don’t get my Andrew fix." Maxwell was pouting, which was adorable.
"He could smell that?" Andrew asked and Maxwell sighed.
"Our scent would linger after, even if we didn’t mean to. It also wouldn’t just go away with a fan or something since it tends to linger a little longer. It does go away with time, but he’s super sensitive right now. He looked terrible asking for that. All red and blotchy, tears in his eyes." Maxwell sounded quite upset and Andrew finished washing up his dishes, dried his hands and then turned, pulling the other man into his arms properly. Maxwell sighed.
He was burying his face into Andrew’s chest, clearly finding comfort there.
"Well that sucks. All of our plans, gone." Andrew teased lightly and Maxwell just nodded. The man was probably feeling very upset and was trying to be reasonable since it wasn’t like Richard could control his actions.
Andrew gave him a squeeze.