The next few days honestly weren't that different from when Maxwell had finished up his heat.
Andrew was probably a little bit more on edge, a little bit more protective, but it wasn't too different. He found that he was taking care of Maxwell more. Making sure he was eating, hand feeding him if Maxwell would let him.
What he did find that had changed was the emotional state of Maxwell. Maxwell had always been a little reserved, a little standoffish. Things had changed. Maxwell was slowly showing him his emotions outside of the bedroom.
It wasn't as if Andrew hadn't noticed it before, but it was like a dam had broken inside of Maxwell from them spending Andrew's rut together. Maxwell was frowning as he worked, sighing when something frustrated him, pouting when Andrew wouldn't carry him around when Andrew was busy.
