Awww, poor Axel. Roxas move just enough so that he could hold Axel against him, trying to provide some kind of support for him. "You're my very best friend, Axel," Roxas murmured somewhere in Axel's hair. He smelled good; like shampoo and Axel-ly scents.
It didn't really matter, Roxas decided, how they defined their relationship right now. They had each other, and could depend on each other for support, comfort, and kindness. He wasn't sure where this was going yet, but that was alright too.