Andrew stared at Maxwell, and the way he was holding the cookie with two hands. A part of him relaxed, a part he hadn't even been aware was tense.
"How's the cookie?" He asked, smiling at the other man. Maxwell's shoulders immediately tensed, but he nodded.
"It's good." He said, munching quietly and Andrew's heart squeezed in his chest. He liked watching him enjoy something that he had made. It made a part of him relax, bring his shoulders down. Provide a comfort he hadn't expected.
"Good." Andrew said, smiling. Maxwell glanced at him, before quickening his pace until the cookie was gone. Then, he dusted his hands off, and wiped at the corners of his mouth with his fingers, cleaning up any crumbs. Andrew watched him warmly.
"Andrew, why did you let my Father into the house?" He asked, tense, and Andrew shrugged.
