An elder's suggestion

"He found your hotel room?" May repeated and Andrew swallowed, nodding. He rubbed his thumb nervously against the glass of orange juice. 

"Yeah. I couldn't remember the name of it, but he seemed to know where I was after I explained a little bit. I honestly didn't expect him to show up." Andrew furrowed his brows. "Maxwell…behaved as if nothing had happened. It was…I wasn't sober, admittedly, and I had ordered more booze to arrive around the time that he came over. I…" Andrew exhaled, finally putting the glass of orange juice onto the table before he covered his face with his hands. They were cold from the orange juice, but it was soothing. 

Thinking back to the conversation still hurt him greatly. It was hard to speak past the tension in his throat. It wasn't even a lump, his body didn't want to speak about it. 

May's hand touched his shoulder, patting him slowly. 

"It's okay, Andrew. Take your time." She murmured. Andrew shook his head.