"I'm not leaving him." Hartley didn't even want to contemplate the choice. "Axel doesn't have an apartment." What an argument. He laid down and wrapped his arms around himself, frowning at James. "Stop being mean to me." So, yes, the painkillers were kicking in. He might not be quite that clever any more, but at least he was stating his position clearly. "I need to hold him when he wants to be held. He never cries when he's awake, but he does when he sleeps. I'm not leaving him."