Well, there's a lot to be said for good timing, and while Axel isn't sure that watching him stumble groggily out of a glass tube is the show Riku was hoping to see today, he guesses there are much worse people to wake up to.
He squints at him, like maybe he's slightly out of focus, and then arches one eyebrow.
"Yeah, really gotta be careful, waking up," he says with no shortage of sarcasm. "All that... stretching and stuff, I could'a pulled a muscle." He drops a hand on the younger man's shoulder and gives it a gentle shake of solidarity. "I appreciate you having my back."
Oh, wait a second. He withdraws his hand then and sort of holds both of them up then, as if to show Riku he was just playing around. Sorting out the memories of what's from having been here and what's from home is going to take a moment of percolation--last he checked, Riku still doesn't trust him as far as he could throw him, really, even if he tolerates his existence somewhat. Back home, they'd reached something of an understanding, but Riku's already broken his arm once, and he really doesn't particularly want a repeat performance.
Taking a step back, he rolls his shoulders backward and stretches a kink out of his neck, then gives Riku a wary look.
"Do... you know how long I was out?" he asks, almost looking a little guilty. Well, he's pretty sure that Sora and Ryoko, if no one else, would likely have noticed his absence, and he doesn't like the idea of having worried them.
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He squints at him, like maybe he's slightly out of focus, and then arches one eyebrow.
"Yeah, really gotta be careful, waking up," he says with no shortage of sarcasm. "All that... stretching and stuff, I could'a pulled a muscle." He drops a hand on the younger man's shoulder and gives it a gentle shake of solidarity. "I appreciate you having my back."
Oh, wait a second. He withdraws his hand then and sort of holds both of them up then, as if to show Riku he was just playing around. Sorting out the memories of what's from having been here and what's from home is going to take a moment of percolation--last he checked, Riku still doesn't trust him as far as he could throw him, really, even if he tolerates his existence somewhat. Back home, they'd reached something of an understanding, but Riku's already broken his arm once, and he really doesn't particularly want a repeat performance.
Taking a step back, he rolls his shoulders backward and stretches a kink out of his neck, then gives Riku a wary look.
"Do... you know how long I was out?" he asks, almost looking a little guilty. Well, he's pretty sure that Sora and Ryoko, if no one else, would likely have noticed his absence, and he doesn't like the idea of having worried them.