"You don't know how it makes me feel. Mostly I just feel happy for you." He wasn't lying, he really was, he was so happy and so proud. He rolled onto his back slowly and looked up at the ceiling, raising his hand to push the hair from his eyes. "I don't know, Hartley." Axel was silent for a while before he let his hand drop and sighed. "You don't seem real sometimes, it just throws me off. I don't know what to do with you half the time. I'm not very good at this. I don't want us to break up but I don't think I'm very good at this. Everything makes me feel--" Feel. There was a word Axel rarely used. He paused as he tried to think of the right word to describe how it made him feel but he just couldn't think of one. Total idiot. "-- Never mind."