[ Upon hearing Axel's words, uneasiness seats deep within the blonde, enough to make him turn his gaze away just to avoid the other's glance. Wolfram knows too well what will happen to Axel once he returns home— those depressing thoughts carve a gnawing hole in his stomach. If he, who has nothing to do with it, feels bad, how does Axel himself feel about it? Guided by guilt he rushes forward to grab Axel's hand. ] It wasn't my intention to make the conversation take an unpleasant turn. [ There is a silent apology mingling with his words, one that is reinforced by the way he is looking at his companion.
And, ] ... Even if I have other friends it wouldn't be the same. You are you and no one else would fill your place.