"Yeah, that was a great big lie." His birthday was in three days and he was definitely not turning nineteen, that's all he was going to say. He looked very amuse at the idea of them coming after him for being what was probably Hartley's age and just happening to make out with him. "I think that ID also said I was called Alex and I was French-Canadian."

Axel shoved his hands in his pockets and turned his head, watching his 'colleagues' snickering and watching him, most of them giving him a look of disbelief. Oh yeah, they were wondering how he'd pulled like this too. Axel wasn't shocked at their disbelief. Yes, he was good looking, he knew that and he rocked it but a guy in his situation? He didn't tend to pull.

"You made a good call, you don't need therapy and God doesn't give a shit who you're fucking, he hates everyone anyway." Axel shrugged his shoulders and then frowned, leaning in to touch Hartley's hoodie, just feeling the damp material. "Got caught in the rain?"