[ There is nothing nice he can say, unfortunately. Axel's friends have left him behind and he doesn't have a future in his world... and that thought is extremely saddening. A shudder runs through him, a faint hint of deep fear of losing him forever once he retrns to his world to die. For now, Wolfram squeezes his hand yet again and closes in to lean his head against his shoulder. ] ... You're a good friend.
[ The way Wolfram sees it is: Axel doesn't have a heart, he shouldn't care at all about anything or anyone yet he's devoted to his friends. Against all odds he worries and puts them above himself. That is admirable. ] ... Sorry for bringing it up.