"Hey." But Hartley wasn't really protesting his glasses being taken, since he was right. Should he be kicking Axel out? He wished he was a genius about things like this. "I want most of all to not be in here, to meet you somewhere on the outside. Maybe at a bar, coffee shop, something like that. Somehow you'd see me and still like me and I'd probably be an idiot about it, but I'd manage to ask you out."