"Hey." Hartley just whispered it as he moved over to wrap one arm around Axel, moving up behind him. He tucked his head against his shoulder and tried not to think about whether Axel had just not been with anyone else or if he'd been too lazy to shower. Axel wasn't injured, as far as he could tell, so that was something.

Of course he wanted to talk, but about what? His excitement had long since died off and Axel hated when he was worried. He looked at nothing in particular, it was already getting light out. His eyes were wet, but he could pretend they weren't. Maybe he should get him something to drink, prevent some of the hangover, if he was less than sober.