Maxwell showed up, not out of breath, with the phone still pressed against his ear. His long jacket was open, his scarf on, and he looked like he'd stepped off of a film set. His cheeks were a little flushed from the cold, his hair slightly askew, but he looked…good. Not angry in the slightest.
He appeared normal, honestly. Looking like a movie star was nothing new for the other man. The rest of the crew that was with them seemed shocked to see him, but Andrew wasn't phased. Even Luis seemed a little surprised to see Maxwell there.
That was because of the fact that he had found where Andrew was without asking for directions, no help from the front desk, nothing. Andrew knew he had probably found him through scent alone, and Andrew wasn't sure if he should be happy or embarrassed about that.
It wasn't like Andrew had any legs to stand on. He'd done the exact same thing, just…different.
