Double standards need not apply

Somehow, Maxwell eventually calmed down, and when he realised that he had, he was sitting down at the table, a fork and knife in his hand, sitting across from Andrew. It felt like he'd blinked, and then he was here. 

He didn't even remember what had happened to get him here, or what he had said to Andrew in between this moment and the next. As he stared at Andrew, his head a little lazy, Andrew noticed his gaze and smiled at him. 

He was still in his lavender suit, and Maxwell was still in his gray suit. Both men appeared to be…normal. Maxwell took a deep breath as Andrew reached across the small table and touched his hand. 

"Are you feeling better? I don't think I've ever seen you so upset before." Andrew's voice was kind, considerate, and Maxwell felt his face warm. Fuck. He'd wanted to be vulnerable, but apparently he'd gone too far. Especially if Andrew was looking at him like that.