When they got home, Maxwell set to work. Well, they both went to work.
Andrew set to work on dinner, while Maxwell hopped up onto one of the stools at the island and laid out his weapons. His laptop, his phone, his brain and connections and set to work. They were working separately, but together. It warmed Andrew's heart to listen to Maxwell work, barking orders and then asking follow up questions while Andrew made dinner.
Andrew always liked these moments. If everyone around him wasn't so insistent that he finish his schooling as a Doctor, Andrew had half a mind to go to school to become an Executive assistant to help Maxwell out. He didn't mind being a stay at home husband for his successful husband.
He had enough money for the both of them that he never needed to work again, and Maxwell probably didn't either. Maxwell just liked his company, liked what it was doing, and wanted to make the world a better place for omegas like him. God, like Richard.
