"Axel's met him. Axel likes him." Which wasn't saying much, since being a somewhat attractive guy pretty much guaranteed anyone some degree of 'liking' on Axel's part, but still. Hartley looked down at the wound and shrugged, blushing in spite of himself. "Plenty of things I can't do."

He cleared his throat and got up, heading for his kitchenette. "I don't have a lolly. I have a pop-tart." He didn't have the best diet, but whatever. "Want one?"