The two somehow managed to keep their hands off of each other. It might have to do with how good Andrew's food smelled, but he wasn't going to take credit for that. It was all Maxwell's willpower. Andrew barely had any when it came to the man, and was willing to give the other full credit.
Watching Maxwell eat was like watching a piece of artwork move and act. He was such a clean eater, and watching him enjoy the food that Andrew made, made his heart warm. It wasn't obvious, but if you paid close enough attention, you could tell what he liked and didn't.
Thankfully, it appeared that everything Andrew had made this time, he liked. His brows would draw together every time he had something that he liked, and it was almost like he was pretending that he didn't really like the food. He would have several bites of another food, or several, before going back for a slightly bigger bite. It was adorable, and got even cuter the more he observed it.
