"Oh yeah. They'd have danced together, fallen in love, had some hot sex and never left. You'd be all busy being genius and I'd -- dunno, I'd find something legal. Maybe a stripper." Axel teased as he settled down on the bed and tapped at Hartley until he looked at him, using that to his advantage to move him around so Hartley was lying against him. Well, if he was going to stroke his hair, they may as well lie together. "We could get a dumb little apartment and watch the TV we want. I can't survive on basic cable that only the white supremacist have the remote too."