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.
