If Andy had gone on to Adrian's place after his talk with Taj, that was the eighteenth. Adrian himself had been hit by a train wreck of troubles since then and hadn't had to time to come back for any time to himself until the twenty-first. This would have left Andy alone in their room for three solid days before Adrian came back for any alone time for himself. To say it was desperately longed for was putting it lightly. The last four days for Adrian were anything but light, but still he wanted to go hide in an even darker place.
He knew Andy had come though. His birds report anything that happen on his property. He was informed. But, Andy was invited to use the room as he pleased and he hadn't texted Adrian or contacted him in any way. So, he assumed Andy was using the room for exactly what it's purpose was and he was welcome to it. He figured if he was wanted Andy would have called. So, he didn't think long on it in the middle of his own dramas. But what else happened in the middle of his own dramas was, he didn't put two and two together that Andy hadn't left yet. He hadn't gotten a report from his birds that the boy had left. It simply just didn't dawn on him at all.
So, when Adrian finally walked in and closed the door, hearing that click, that beautiful click of those handcrafted doors, closing the world away, ready to sink into his own abyss, he was actually surprised to see the lump of Andy in his bed. It didn't bother him. He just hadn't been expecting him, so he paused a moment just looking. He started to take off all his jewelry and placed it all in a small tin jewelry box on his vanity then shoved it all up in the closet. He didn't want it to effect Andy. He decided right then he just wouldn't wear any in their room at all from then on.
Then he walked over to the crumbled wad of Andy on the bed. He wasn't wearing shoes as it were because he was in his own home just prior and were in generally casual attire, jeans and a vest when he crawled from the foot of the bed on up to the top where the pillows and the unicorn lay. He placed an arm around Andy, his face settled at the back of Andy's neck and said nothing. He just kissed it and lay silently. He would let Andy speak when he was ready, if ever. He would allow any silence he needed.