[ Wolfram looks away, waiting for Axel to disappear behind his portal of dark matter and smoke. But he never sees the portal— instead, all he sees is Axel coming towards him and within the blink of an eye, he feels a hand on his hair softly pulling him closer enough to make his face meet leather.
And he couldn't be more glad. Even though now there is an awkward silence lingering, he is glad Axel didn't leave. The boy closes his eyes and nests his face against the warm chest and, after some moments, he brings his hands up to grasp Axel's upper arms. It's not precisely a hug, but it's a way of replying the physical contact. ]