His hands shook as he began to type out his reason for not speaking, but no one said anything as he worked. It was clear he wasn't doing well, but Michael said nothing, letting Andrew get it out. Andrew knew that if Michael gave him some sweet, placating words that it wasn't going to end well for him.
Andrew, that was. Not Michael. Andrew would never fire the man. He was too good at his job, and he was good and motivating Andrew. No, Andrew just felt like he would burst into tears if he was treated too kindly right now.
Hands still shaking, he handed the phone back to Michael. He hadn't typed a lot, but when Michael read his words, his expression softened.
I'm worried the rest of my teeth are going to fall out.
"Andy, you remember when we discussed this, right? Only your canines are going to fall out. Not the rest of your teeth." Andrew motioned for the phone back, his hands still shaking. Michael watched him quietly, patiently, as Andrew fumbled through another sentence.
