"So, I've been thinking." Maxwell started. It was the next morning, and the two were sitting down to a quick breakfast that Andrew had whipped up before others began to flood the house. Andrew had had to carry Maxwell down the stairs, apologising the whole way down for not being able to control himself.
Maxwell had just laughed it off, all smiles as he admitted that he'd poked the bear. He had partially done this to himself, and he was fine with it. He just needed a little message on the couch before others arrived and he'd be fine. Andrew had agreed in a heartbeat, anything that would make the other man feel better.
Andrew was raising a glass of orange juice to his lips, his toast buttered, jam nearby and the scrambled eggs on his plate ready to be eaten.
Maxwell was putting jam on his toast.
"Oh? About what?" Andrew asked, smiling at his boyfriend, soon to be fiancé. Maxwell raised his gaze, smiling at Andrew before he dropped his gaze back to the task at hand.
