Entering the living room still holding Maxwell's hand, Maxwell gave it a squeeze when he felt Andrew's pheromones wrap around him. Chuckling, Maxwell raised their hands and pressed a kiss against Andrew's knuckles.
"You'll be fine." He whispered. Andrew nodded, but he was still for a different reason. He'd just passed the first hurdle, now he really needed to not fuck it up. Maxwell's blue eyes watched him as Andrew swallowed, and Maxwell gave his hand another squeeze. "I'm going to join Will and Amir outside for a smoke. You already know my Father won't bite you, Ben? I'm not so sure yet, but he has Amir, so he should be fine." Maxwell's whisper washed over Andrew, and it took Andrew a minute to process what he'd said.
Turning a frown down towards him, Maxwell smiled up at him.
