Andrew made sure that all the doors were locked before the two of them headed back upstairs. Andrew knew that Maxwell had eaten, Andrew had eaten, so he didn't need to worry about feeding his sweet omega anything else.
Maxwell was only worried about being fed one thing by Andrew and Andrew now knew that he only had to worry about that.
Andrew felt a great deal of comfort from having Maxwell in his arms. He was also in his clothes, which Andrew had to admit to himself, soothed a part of him inside. He felt so damn warm and fuzzy inside.
Maxwell was his pair? His fated pair? That was such an amazing thing to find out. Maxwell had said he had known from the first moment that he had laid eyes on Andrew that he knew what he would mean to him. It was a bittersweet thought to think that Maxwell had known that, known that he was in a relationship, and had planned to stay by his side if he had remained in that relationship.
