Andrew and Maxwell did a rather good job at keeping everything together until they got home later that night. After that, Maxwell basically crawled into Andrew's skin, demanding comfort and crying some more.
Andrew took it the next step, setting up a laptop with a bottle of wine in the chosen closet that Maxwell had made into his nest. Andrew didn't mind that his shirts and clothes ended up in there, and it also seemed to calm Maxwell down to be surrounded by his smell.
Andrew also made sure to release plenty of pheromones for his shaken omega, and cuddled him mercilessly. Andrew would be the first to admit that he was benefitting significantly from this deal. It was soooo terrible that Maxwell turned to him when he needed comfort. He was just shriveling up.
