"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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