Shit. Oh shit. Something he's said was exactly the wrong thing. He doesn't know what, but it doesn't take a genius to figure it out with Andrew suddenly weeping in his arms again. Was it the kiss? Too far? God, he's really fucking this up. He was doing so well before...while he was still playing by his Master's rulebook.

"Hey. Shhh," he tries to sooth the man, stroking his hair softly. "Hey, I'm sorry. I'm not going anywhere. Okay? I'm not going to leave you. And I'm not going to turn you away. I promised, remember. I promised I'd take care of you. I will."