Here you are. [ Says a restless and frowning blonde. Wolfram had spent the whole night looking for Axel, wandering aimlessly around the shelter looking for the redhead... all while being tortured by as much scenarios as his paranoid mind could come up with: "He must be having fun with someone else," "What if he's gone!?" "He must have found someone to spend the night with," and so on. After all, the entire population of the prison was trapped inside the shelter; if Axel was nowhere to be found inside the shelter then where else could he be at?
Relief comes instantly when Wolfram sees Axel swaying around near the communal area and upon coming closer, he instantly recognizes the reason of his disappearance. ] ... You were that bored? [ He isn't surprised to find a drunk and staggering Axel; what is surprising is that the snow and cold hating Nobody went outside and possibly struggled with the freezing temperature just to get some drinks.
Well, whatever, he's glad Axel is safe and alone. ] Let's go. Can you walk?