"You've been out for almost 24 hours, Maxy. Of course I've eaten and gotten a shower since then." Andrew sniffed as he watched Maxwell process the words that he said. He seemed…shocked. He also looked delicate.
The bandaging job that Michael had done after Andrew had called him in a panic, coming out of his rut state to find Maxwell unconscious, cum staining the sheets, dripping out of him and his body worn and used, had really done a number on Andrew's heart.
Michael had, thankfully, talked Andrew down from his panic. He had carefully explained that everything was going to be okay, he just needed to start by cleaning up Maxwell, make sure he was still breathing, keeping his body warm, and had talked him through attending to his wounds.
Neither one of them brought up Michael coming to the house. Both men knew Andrew was not stable enough to allow him near. Hell, Andrew was still sure that even a beta woman coming around would set him off, let alone an alpha male.
