Lunch somehow continued on after Andrew and Maxwell so rudely interrupted everyone, and after Andrew had finished crying, even though that was the last thing he had wanted to do, everything sorted itself out.
"Max, do you have to get back to work tomorrow? You know that it's okay to take a break every once in a while, right?" Mrs. Beckett asked of her son, her eyes wide and serious. They had moved from the large table and were now sitting on the soft loveseats on the platform above.
Maxwell chuckled, shaking his head.
He hadn't left Andrew's side after their little moment. He was holding Andrew's hand, and Andrew couldn't tell if this was a victory lap on Maxwell's part, or if he was just trying to comfort Andrew after crying.
It might be both.
