Maxwell was barely holding it together.
He was glad that Andrew hadn't really noticed how bad everything was, but from their conversation in the morning, he wasn't completely oblivious to what was going on.
Maxwell felt like he was a sex crazed monster. It was a sudden development, and he was so clearly out of his heat that he was beginning to think that there was something wrong. He was also glad that Andrew hadn't noticed that Maxwell had stolen his used shirt out of the hamper and brought it to work with him. He was glad that the man had been so focused on chattering on about if Richard liked the place to not notice that Maxwell was shoving the clothes that smelt like him into his work bag.
He was also glad that Andrew hadn't visited him in his office at lunch and found him huffing said used shirt like he was some kind of pervert. Because he was.
