Maxwell had said shower, and maybe that was how it started, but Andrew wanted more skin in skin contact. They'd gotten a better tub installed already, and Andrew just wanted to lay inside of it with Maxwell.
Andrew had forgotten, probably for his own wellbeing at the time and his sanity, how thick the omega pheromones had felt against his skin and nose. How cloying they were. Disgusting. Andrew did end up throwing up as Maxwell was getting the shower temperature ready. The look of horror on Maxwell's face as Andrew turned and raced for the toilet was one that Andrew never wanted to see again.
Andrew didn't even know what he threw up. It wasn't as if he'd eaten anything since they had their therapy session. That felt like eons ago given everything that had happened in the meantime.
Maxwell was by his side the whole time. His hands, his scent a comforting reminder that Andrew wasn't alone and he would never be stuck in that house. Ever.
