Andrew held back his own desires to be in the bathroom as it happened. He knew that the man should have some privacy, even if they were married and Andrew had seen pretty much everything. Maxwell was his own human, he deserved privacy and respect. At least, somewhat. Maxwell personally didn't want Andrew to be too far away, still needy and anxious, and Andrew didn't want him to be alone during this moment. That was the last thing that Andrew wanted Maxwell to feel.
"Are you sure that this is going to work?" Maxwell asked for the seventh time. Since Andrew had gotten him his orange juice, the man had been slowly regaining his normal calm and cool personality. That did not mean he wasn't questioning this completely.
