[ Wolfram keeps walking, occasionally softly squeezing the hand he is holding.
Through the corner of his eyes the blonde glances at the other and though he can't really see his face or his expression, he can tell it's uncharacteristically neutral. Hm. Just then and pretty much out of impulse he tugs his joined hands lower, forcing Axel's shoulders and head to tilt towards him. Still out of range because of their difference in height, he ends up relying on his toes to lift him up a bit... to place a peck on his cheek. It's nice, simple and over sooner than later.
Then, as if nothing happened he looks away as he resumes their walking. ]