When Andrew heard Maxwell's footsteps down the hallway, he quickly worked to turn off his computer, and was already pulling on his coat before the door even opened.
Maxwell walked in on Andrew, half dressed, his inside coat still on over his partially put-on outer coat and took a second, before he burst into laughter. Dr. Cox was still at her desk, as was Dr. Piper, and both ladies burst into laughter as well. Mr. Newman was beside Maxwell, holding open the door as he took in Andrew's embarrassing display.
"He's fine waiting a few minutes as you finish your day, Andrew." Maxwell told him warmly. "I know you're worried, but Richard will be fine. He's in our hands, isn't he?" Maxwell told him carefully, calmly, and that was what he needed to hear.
He needed to hear Maxwell telling him that he was being silly. That he was overreacting. It felt a cold shower over his shoulders and Andrew took his glasses off, rubbing the bridge of his nose for a second.
