"Yeah but while you play headgames, he can have you raped, murdered and dumped in Axel's apartment so maybe not." James dismissed as he pushed Hartley to lie back before the painkillers kicked in and knocked him down without prep. "You don't have to actually leave him. Just maybe break up on the surface, make distance, remove yourself from being the target then if Axel leaves, it'll be easier. Axel can stand up for himself most of the time but now he has you to worry over, makes him hesitant."
"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."
"I won't tell you to do anything then. Just stay with him and love him, yeah?" What else could he say to that? Hartley seemed heartbroken at the idea of even so much as lying about breaking up with him and the apartment was important for... reasons he was sure made sense. James grabbed a blanket from off the back of the couch and tossed it over Hartley, smiling softly. "Relax, just sleep a little. I'll wait for Axel to come home and when he does, you can hold him and make him feel better. How's that for a game plan?"
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