Andrew didn't answer right away, and instead put the scones onto a sheet pan before putting them into the oven and setting a timer.
Then, he turned to face Maxwell's Father. He wasn't sure how to say this, but he had a feeling if he didn't, he wouldn't understand. A sigh left Andrew's lips, before he met the piercing grey gaze that was trained on him.
"No. I am not leading your son on. Maxwell and I…we haven't put a label on our relationship besides friendship, and I…I don't even know if he considers me that. We haven't…we only just spoke about being friends the day before I was kidnapped." Andrew frowned, concern filling him.
