Shit. "Oh, come on. It's all I have, I don't get my own shit, people take from me." Axel knew he was screwed, he was kind of hoping Hartley was still new and naive enough to fall for it. With a sigh, he fumbled around in his pockets and pulled out the half packet of cigarettes he had, holding them up. It was pathetic, most people would have laughed him out by now. "That's my total lot, okay? I don't have a stash like most people, Max called dibs before he left. You can even ask Barry, our room is fucking bare."

Axel knew Hartley had the ideal situation here, the chance to screw him over like he'd screwed him over. All he had to do was hope Hartley was still a total bleeding heart. He licked his lips and tried to catch his eyes. "I know I'm sometimes trouble but I can make it worth your while to have my back."