"You said you didn't have a stash, Axel. Keep your stuff. I don't need it." The iPod was neat, but he could probably get another. He didn't really want Axel's stuff. He didn't really want any of this. It was just the usual with Axel. Risking too much and feeling like shit as a result and even lonelier than before. It hurt. "I know you told me that. Whatever. Just... Don't act like you like me. I know you just do that with people, but I'm apparently a teenager, emotionally. So. Please don't."