Andrew was very, very nervous. Probably the most nervous he'd been in his life besides meeting Maxwell's parents. This was even worse.
Maxwell was next to him, calm and collected. At least, outwardly. Andrew knew that he was shaking his leg in the footwell. He was resting his head against his hand as they sat in the backseat of the expensive car that had picked them up. His head was turned away from Andrew, staring outside as the normal, everyday scenery passed them by.
He was being quite…calm given how Andrew's pheromones felt like an untamed beast in the car with them. He was doing his best, and had taken the medication that Michael recommended, but this was…
