Axel took a while in the shower but he always did after clients, especially some that liked to get themselves just all over him. He did, however, sing loud enough that Hartley knew he was alive and would probably at least score a smile. He came back out with only a towel wrapped around him, his clothes all crammed into the dryer. "I need to borrow some of James' stuff. Just what I need, that middle of the road look always clashes with me." Their styles could not be more different. Axel came over to Hartley and kissed him, tasting as minty fresh as expected.