"I think my ribs might be bruised." Hartley took his shirt off slowly, not yet taking the pain killers. He wanted to stay alert. He didn't even know why. Because what was he supposed to do, even if Axel called for help? Hartley threw his shirt on the ground and looked down himself, not surprised by what he saw. Wonderful. He could hardly wait to go back to his classes and see the reactions on everyone's face. Awful.

"I told him that I loved him. In somewhere positive news. He said he loves me too." So there was that, at least.