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You better bet your ass I'm not thinking the best of you right now. [And that was the truth.]

And you really think anyone here would let him? I'm not about to, but he wasn't attacking her, he was goading you, and I know you're better than that.

Great. That's really good to know, Hanna, I appreciate it.

-- Look, Hanna. She trusts him. She doesn't remember anything to make her not trust him, which means we can't guard her all the time.

If letting him know I'll hurt him for threatening my friends keeps him on the straight and narrow, I am okay with that.

Well, you were definitely asking for it. Especially when you punched me in the face. [Thanks for that.

His expression turns real sour, and finally, he can't keep himself from standing still any more. He pushes himself off the counter and crosses the room, pointing a finger right in Axel's face, glaring up at him.]

No, you look. I wouldn't have given a damn about it if it was just the one punch. But you took that way too fucking far. And you'd better be glad that you didn't hurt anyone else. Because I know you weren't paying attention once you got started.

And don't you try to tell me you were. You punched me in the fucking face. And with all that steam? Throwing your stupid firey death wheels around where you can't see? That could have hit someone.

What if Xion came out to stop you instead of me, huh? What if you hit her instead? You think you'd be feeling so god damn self-righteous right now?

[Axel brushes a hand swiftly between them to knock Hanna's pointing finger away from his face. His expression goes hard.] Do you want an apology? I'm sorry I hit you, Hanna, but you're the one who threw yourself between two people you could hardly see while they were fighting. If Xion had done that I'd have hit her too, because I didn't have time to stop!

Good thing she knows enough about fighting not to do anything quite that stupid, isn't it, Hanna?

You don't even know what you're talking about.

I would have liked the apology before you told me to get off, but I guess you weren't thinking about it then, were you?

[He tries to school his expression a little so his lip doesn't start to tremble and he just stares up at him, taking short breaths that aren't at all helping him calm down.] Oh no, you just called me stupid!

Maybe I should beat the shit out of you for it. Because I really know what I'm doing. Professional grade-A asshole right here.

Jumping into the middle of a serious fight when you can't see what's going on either? Yeah, Hanna. That's stupid.

Take a swing at me if you want, because I'm not going to hit you when I can stop myself, all right?

But when you're done, how about you admit that Nobody business is something I handle, and you don't get involved.

Fine. I got it. I've got no business in your shit. Your life is yours and I don't have any say in it. I'm totally clear on that.

[He pushes past Axel to start down the hall towards their shared bedroom.] I've got no involvement, It's not my problem, and you don't want me sticking my nose in it.

I'm the idiot here, totally in the wrong. Don't even know what I was thinking.

Edited 2012-11-04 05:59 (UTC)

Hanna --

[His voice cracks on the final vowel, and he grits his teeth.] Look, I'm trying to protect you, all right? You, and Roxas, and Xion.

If you're going to throw fits about it because you think I'm fighting for fun, then I'm not going to listen! I know what I'm doing.

[He was throwing a fit? Hanna's pretty damn sure that Axel and Demyx's scuffle was more like an adult rage fest than his own behavior at the moment. He turned the knob on the bedroom door but didn't slam it. Instead, he walked right in, left it open, and came right back out less than a minute later with his own pillow and the last blanket he had brought with him after distributing the rest to the rest of their new housemates.

Obviously he wasn't touching Axel's things.] And you're doing such a damn fine job of it. I'm real grateful. Thank you, Axel. Thank you so fucking much.

[Something like terror flickered in Axel's eyes, and he took a step closer to Hanna, hands clenching at his sides.]

Want to explain what you're doing now?

[Blanket and pillow in hand he doesn't even stop moving as he talks, moving into the living room where the couch is, though he can still see Axel as he sets his things down.]

Getting my shit, out of your room. Since I'm supposed to be keeping out of your business.

Hanna, that's not what I said.

[Axel follows him, stopping in the doorway of the living room. He'd feel numb if it weren't for the stinging cuts and bruises the fight had left.]

Well that's what I got, so sorry.

I'm stupid, remember? [He toes off his shows and looks like he's just about to flop on the couch and just stop talking all together before he pauses, just a moment and looks Axel over.

Sure he's pissed off, and now he's feeling kind of miserable and he's got a headache where Demyx elbowed him in the back of the head, but... That doesn't keep him from asking Axel if he needs anything. No matter how angry. You never deny someone medical attention if they're hurt.

And so, letting his face fall into hands, heaving a very defeated sigh, he drops his hands and looks up at Axel, feeling and looking pretty damn tired.] Do you need me to look at any of those before I go to bed?

They're not serious. Look, Hanna, I -- I don't think you're stupid, all right?

Jumping between us wasn't a great idea, but....

[He takes a step closer, fighting the ache growing where his heart should be. He wants to yell and wave his arms until something changes, but he isn't sure what to say.

Trust me to know what I'm doing -- it'd be easy, but he's too afraid to say anything starting with those words. It's even easier to say, I don't, and the pain is bad enough already.]

Are you all right?

[He's still a little dirty from the scuffle, Axel's jacket hung up after he had dragged him to their room, but he seems too stubborn to want to go back in to grab a change of clothes. So, when he sits down on the couch, rearranging his lone blanket and pillow, he brushes his pants off and goes to lay down.]

I'm fine. It's just going to bruise is all. Those go away. [He's quiet after that, curling up under the blanket and resting the not bruised half of his face on the pillow. There's this sickening worry starting to creep in, that maybe this is a bad idea. And that maybe he should say sorry, but there's also this stubbornness that makes him not want to say anything at all. But, finally he mumbles softly into his pillow, not looking up at all.] Good night.

[Axel hesitates in the doorway for a long moment, then slowly crosses the room to Hanna's side. He reaches out to rest his hand on the pillow, summoning up a little magic - enough to handle a bruise, and murmuring Cure.]

[The magic feels smooth and warm. A complete opposite from the hot, rage he had seen all over Axel's face a few hours earlier. He's afraid that if he opens his eyes and looks up he's going to cry, so he just squeezes them tight and hides his face under the blanket.]

T-thanks.

Good night.

[Sleep sounded completely unappealing, but going outside sounded worse. He could always lie in bed and stare at the ceiling, though. It was a great nostalgic pastime.

Keeping his teeth shut against the temptation to lash out, or possibly grovel, he turned to walk away.]

Love you... [Hanna had waited until he's sure Axel couldn't have heard him before whispering it. Habit had almost made him say it more loudly as Axel walked away, but being mad, and wanting Axel to know he was mad, he hadn't said anything beyond the good night.

But, even if he was mad, that didn't change the fact that he still loved Axel. Saying it to himself though made him feel both a little better, and hundreds of times worse, his thoughts of their fight and the entire evening leading him into a down spiral. He highly doubted that he was going to sleep at all tonight. Or the night after. But over all, he wanted to make it clear that when he was mad, and that when Axel broke promises, he wasn't just going to lay down and take it. And so, even if it sucked, and he might not feel quite so pissed off as he did in the morning, he didn't want making up to be too much on his mind just yet.]

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