Andrew was inconsolable. He knew he was inconsolable, but he also didn't care. He had no one else to turn to, and so far, Maxwell hadn't turned him away saying he was being too demanding.
"I'm sorry to hear that she betrayed you Andrew." Maxwell's soft, lilting voice soothed something inside of Andrew. He enjoyed feeling Maxwell's voice against his ear, and heavily intoxicated, he rubbed his face against his chest, the smooth, soft texture of the dress shirt he was wearing rubbing against his cheeks. He nuzzled in closer, hugging the smaller man tightly. "Uh, Andrew? Can you please let me go?"
"Why? You're soft and smell nice. Do you not like it when I hug you?" Maxwell made a noise that Andrew hadn't heard before. His soft hands pushed at Andrew's face.
"Whether I like it or not doesn't matter. I told you to let me go." Andrew whined, but let go of the smaller man. Wobbling, he picked up his bag full of wine and headed for the living room, Maxwell anxiously following behind him. Andrew pouted, and when he glanced at Maxwell, he nearly ran into a small wall that separated the living room from the hallway.
"Why are you following me? Max doesn't even like me enough to hug me." Maxwell was exasperated. He sighed, knowing that even if he tried to help this giant, he would only be crushed under him as he went down. He ran his hand through his hair as Andrew, pouty lips and all, collapsed on the couch, groaning, before finding a bottle of wine. He didn't even go for the one he'd already opened, and instead went for a new one.
"Andrew, you know I'm not a touchy feely kind of person." Andrew's lips were out in a full, exaggerated pout, and Maxwell could only shake his head in response. Andrew, who was trying not to be obvious that he was sneaking looks at Maxwell, trying to check if he was upset, took a huge gulp from his new bottle of wine. Maxwell, who was stone cold sober, shook his head. "Andrew, I'm going to get changed, and possibly call in some take out for you. Do not move from the couch. Otherwise, I will get very cross." Andrew, who felt like he was being threatened now by Maxwell, felt his eyes well up again.
"So Max really doesn't like me either? I should leave." Maxwell, panicking as the drunk man tried to get to his feet, rushed over to Andrew who he was trying to keep his distance from. He tripped over his feet, and went flying towards Andrew. Andrew, while heavily intoxicated, still had good reflexes. He caught the man as he dove at him, heading straight for his lap. He smiled at Maxwell, who got to feel just how well Andrew was built and he wrapped him in his arms, holding him across his chest and lap at an awkward angle.
"A-Andrew?" Maxwell's voice was a squeak coming out of his mouth, while Andrew grinned widely.
"Awe. Did Max want a huggy? He could have just asked." Maxwell's face flushed as he grew embarrassed. Andrew, however, was blind to his neighbours distress. Instead, he was getting lost in his own.
As he held the omega man in his arms, Andrew was once more reminded of the woman who he was supposedly in a relationship with. His eyes watered, and he couldn't stop the stream that fell down his cheeks. Maxwell tensed further in his arms as a sob escaped Andrew's lips. Andrew didn't drop his head to Maxwell's shoulder this time, since it appeared the man didn't like it. Instead, he held his head up, his lips trembling as he cried.
"What am I supposed to do? What can I do? They want to take my career away. They want to ruin me. What did I do? Max, what did I do to them to make them want to do this to me?" Andrew raised his arm and used his sleeve to wipe his eyes. "All I did was love her. Why would she want to hurt me this way? She made it sound like I was a creep. That we hadn't been together for two years." He shook his head as Maxwell shifted in his arms, trying to pull himself up. He ended up sitting in Andrew's lap with his legs on one side.
"I-I-" Maxwell cut off, unsure what to say. Andrew's lips trembled as he sucked in, and Maxwell used his sleeve to wipe his face.
"Maybe I should have known. Over the two years she never introduced me to anyone. I never met her family. I knew she had them. She told me she had a big family, with lots of siblings. I was…I was envious to be a part of something like that. I wanted a big family too." Andrew's face looked bad. It was splotchy, with his eyes swelling up. "I'm so lonely, Max. I just wanted to have somewhere to return to. Someone to return to." Maxwell wasn't sure what to say to that.
Maxwell knew all about feeling lonely. It was probably why he got along with Andrew despite their different backgrounds.
Softening, Maxwell placed his hands on Andrew's face, wiping the tears away as they fell with his fingers.
"I'm sorry she hurt you that way, but I don't know what to say to comfort you. Sometimes, having a big family isn't all it's cracked up to be." Maxwell told him, and Andrew bit his bottom lip.
"Yeah, but at least you still have someone to return to. My M-" Andrew shut his mouth, and closed his eyes as more tears fell. His shoulders shook with silent tears and Maxwell's heart broke.
He had a feeling that Andrew didn't have any living relatives. It wasn't something he'd been able to put a finger on, but this was the definitive proof. No one would have left Andrew alone if they loved him.
"Andrew, baby, I need to go get changed and order you some food. Are you going to be okay on your own?" Maxwell winced internally as the pet name slipped out, but Andrew didn't seem to register it. He nodded numbly to Maxwell's question. That didn't comfort Maxwell in the slightest, but he did need to go get changed.
Andrew was still quietly crying, and it was continuing to break Maxwell's heart. Maxwell went to take Andrew's hands off of him, and his grip would tighten before he would release him. When Maxwell finally stood on his own two feet, he found that Andrew was almost his height while sitting down. Andrew, for his part, opened his eyes to stare at him.
Andrew knew that Max wasn't leaving him, he'd told him so, but he couldn't stop the tears from falling. He even knew he was going to be in the same house as him, but Andrew felt vulnerable. He felt like everyone was eventually going to leave him, and he liked Max. He didn't want Max to leave.
It just felt like everyone he really liked left him in the worst ways possible. Or they got hurt. Andrew didn't want that to happen with Max, and especially not now, after he'd let him into his house, and he was so sweet about dealing with Andrew's shit. He also cared about him enough to get mad at him. His girlfriend hadn't even done that. In fact, she barely even spoke to him at all.
The more Andrew thought about it, the more upset he got. She'd never even come over to his apartment. He'd never been to hers. All of their 'intimate moments' had happened at work, in secret locations she'd picked out. Andrew had wanted it to be better for her, but she was insistent. Andrew had felt weird about it, but she had smoothed everything over. Thinking about it now, Andrew knew what that feeling he'd had was.
Andrew had felt dirty. He had felt used, and now, he knew that he had been.
Maxwell finally worked up the courage to take a few steps away from the giant crybaby, on his way to his bedroom which was off of the living room.
"Max?" Andrew's deep, scared voice filled the room. Maxwell turned.
"Yes, Andrew?"
"Are you going to leave me too?" Maxwell's heart jerked in his chest, and he hesitated for only a second before he headed back over to Andrew. Taking the idiot's face in his hands, he pressed a kiss to his forehead, surprising the man, but his tears didn't stop.
"Oh, baby, I don't plan to." Andrew nodded numbly, as Maxwell looked him over. Rubbing his thumb against his cheek, Maxwell kissed Andrew's forehead again, fighting the compulsion to kiss him on his lips. The man probably wasn't going to remember anything in the morning, and Maxwell was stone cold sober, and would remain that way given how Andrew was an emotional mess.
Tonight he was going to look after this big baby, and once everything was settled and Andrew was sober, then Maxwell could discuss what he wanted to. For now, he had other things to worry about.