"You're the only one who's ever talked as if I'd not want you. I've no idea how much clearer I can make it that I want to be with you." He was tired. He wanted to turn back time and... Whatever. Just not tell Axel about this. Or simply not expect anything other than what he got. "I do want you. I wanted you when we both had nothing, I wanted you when I was almost killed because some asshole thought you owed him. I want you now, while you're trying to get rid of me."
Hartley shrugged and gestured vaguely behind him. "I did get you the jacket you liked. Do what you want with it, I don't care."
"You're mad at me. Good. You should be mad at me. I fucked up." Axel hated himself so much in this moment, he should have just gone home like a normal person. Just gone home, ignored his own petty issues and just enjoyed himself but no, he had to get in his own head and fuck up. "I'm sorry, okay? I let myself get in my own head over this and it was stupid. I'm trying, Hart. Like I said, I'm good at fucking up."
With a small tentative try, he reached out and held out for his hand for Hartley to hold, curious if he'd hold it given how done he seemed to be. "Thank you. I'm sorry I was an ungrateful prick and I ruined your good news."
Hartley stayed as he was for a while, but finally he took Axel's hand, even as he turned his back to him when he laid down. "Whatever. Just don't try making it up to me. I mean it. I don't need your fake cheer or anything like that. That would just make me really mad."
He shook his head, biting down on his lip for a moment before continuing. "You meant to fuck up. You meant to make me mad at you. So I'm not even sure what you're saying. Yeah, you're good at fucking up, you're good at everything you choose to do. You wanted me being mad at you to be a self-fulfilled prophecy, so congratulations. Achievement unlocked."
"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.
"You're not fixing it. We just move on. It's in the past now, so all we have are consequences." Hartley shrugged and looked at the window. Getting lighter and lighter outside. Maybe he could just go to get coffee somewhere. Flirting with a cute barista seemed a lot preferable to this mess. He'd figure it out, he always did. One way or the other.
"I'm sorry then." That was all he could say and he had no idea what to do now so he just rolled over and closed his eyes, pretending like he was sleeping to get away with everything. He had no idea what to do to end the anger.
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Hartley shrugged and gestured vaguely behind him. "I did get you the jacket you liked. Do what you want with it, I don't care."
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With a small tentative try, he reached out and held out for his hand for Hartley to hold, curious if he'd hold it given how done he seemed to be. "Thank you. I'm sorry I was an ungrateful prick and I ruined your good news."
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He shook his head, biting down on his lip for a moment before continuing. "You meant to fuck up. You meant to make me mad at you. So I'm not even sure what you're saying. Yeah, you're good at fucking up, you're good at everything you choose to do. You wanted me being mad at you to be a self-fulfilled prophecy, so congratulations. Achievement unlocked."
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