"So." Axel frowned for a moment because these things were usually easier and the scale of which he'd fucked up was kind of concerning. He didn't show on the best night of Hartley's life and proceeded to piss him off. Classy. "How do I fix it?" Yes, he was asking but how the hell was he supposed to know and every time he didn't get something or had to fix it, he asked Hartley. Or took off his shirt. And his shirt was already off.