Andrew was humming to himself as he made dinner, glancing over at Maxwell every once in a while as he worked away. Maxwell had taken a laptop from his office and had joined him in the kitchen as he made dinner. Because of everything that had happened during the day, he was a little bit behind on work.
Apparently, he had anticipated that something was going to come to a head, so he had put some plans in place with Mr. Newman. Andrew hated that Maxwell had to do that, but at the same time, he was glad that he was cared for. It wasn't something he was used to, being considered and valued, but he didn't hate it.
Smiling to himself, he turned off the timer and set about plating dinner. Tonight they were having baked maple salmon with broccoli and rice.
"We're almost ready here Max." Andrew told him, and Maxwell sighed.