Trigger warning-mention of sa, force, and other triggering moments. They are very brief, but please read at your own risk.
"How did you get in?" It wasn't Andrew's voice that spoke up, nor Maxwell's. It was a pissed off, gloves off Luis who spoke. Every inch of her stiff with barely controlled rage. She came to a stop next to Andrew, her hand going to his and slipping her fingers there, giving his hand a firm squeeze.
She was here for support. Here for him, and so angry that Andrew could feel how her body was trembling. Andrew couldn't believe himself. How had he thought for even a second that she had allowed him to enter? There was no way.
Thomas stopped on her other side, the four of them in a line against the man who looked so much like Andrew it was almost a damn mirror. He was calmer, at least outwardly. Andrew had seen that same expression on Maxwell's face before he crushed a man's dreams under his foot.
