The hurried footsteps were what clued Andrew into the fact that Maxwell was coming. He didn't even need to guess who they belonged to, he just knew.
Ford was pushed to the background of his mind as Maxwell came into view, huffing, Mr. Newman trailing behind him. Maxwell looked horrified at the state of him and rushed towards him.
"Andy!" He shouted, running towards him and practically falling on the other man. He wrapped his arms around his head, pulling him against his chest. His grip was tight, his scent potent as it filled Andrew's lungs. Andrew's arms wrapped around the other man like a vice, locking into place to pull Maxwell tighter against him.
"Max." Andrew exhaled, his face in the crook of his neck as Maxwell held him.
