"I have nothing." It wasn't an exaggeration. All of Hartley's belongings? He was wearing them. One change of clothes that he had luckily managed to wash at the centre and nothing else, other than a little notebook and a pencil. He had fallen very hard, very quickly. But Axel was there, actually looking nervous and Hartley couldn't feel bad about anything.

He leaned forward and cupped the back of Axel's head, gripping his hair so he could turn him to look at him. "Of course there is, Ax. Wasn't that obvious already?" He didn't wait for an answer. He just kissed him.