He doesn't know why he keeps coming back to him, night after night, like a stray cat waiting for milk. Then again, he never really wanted to. All he knows is that the fiery warmth enveloping him must be more than his own blazing flames. It has to be.
"Axel..." Lazy. Wary. That is how he really is, right? Stoic, cold... Bright blue eyes reguard him across the room, and suddenly he is aware again of his surroundings.
"Mmm? Heh, finally, the ice cube says something. Thought you'd forgotten how to speak."
A flicker of a smile. Almost. Always almost.