Andrew wasn't afraid to admit that he took a bit longer than usual. Partially because he was busy sniffing Maxwell's clothes like a degenerate, and the other reason being that he now had 5-6 more outfits that Thomas and Luis had bought for him. At this point, any of his remaining wardrobe was gone.
Some because he just simply couldn't fit into it anymore, and the rest because Maxwell, and therefore, Thomas, hated it. He couldn't say that for sure, but it felt like that was true.
He had a hard time deciding on an outfit, and ended up settling on a nice, burnt orange top with a pair of dark grey pants. He was just around people he would consider family, so he didn't have to worry that they would judge him.
He washed his face, made sure he looked okay, and finally left the bedroom.
