"Hey, I only did it because it was you asking. You're different." This was only going to get worse, wasn't it? "To me, I mean. I know I don't know you, but I'd like to know you." Smooth. Very smooth.

But he was now wearing Axel's jacket and it was still warm. Still warm and smelled like Axel. Hartley wished that alone wasn't enough to make him smile. Talk about pathetic. Hartley wished he was brave enough to reach out right now and hold Axel's hand, but instead he just bumped shoulders with him.

"Thank you. I... I don't have a phone or anything, but-- Can we meet again? I get if you don't want to. It's just that you're kind of perfect. I'm sorry I can't invite you to anything."