Andrew's eyes were swollen when he got up in the morning. So swollen that when Richard came downstairs after a night of drinking with Maxwell, his head in his hands, he burst out into laughter.
Andrew didn't appreciate it, but he still slid the man his juice for breakfast and gave him a middle finger as well. Richard just grinned, shaking his head as he accepted the drink.
"Mind your own damn business." Andrew warned. "Or no fresh pastries." He threatened and Richard couldn't stop his lips from curling up, but he held his hands up in defeat, clearly showing he was no threat. Andrew nodded, before sliding him a plate of food, and Richard smirked.
"So…did Maxwell make a fool out of you last night or something after I went to bed?" Richard asked after a long moment of silence. Andrew gave him another middle finger and Richard smiled down at his food.
