Axel's still not sure he buys that he gets a Keyblade at some point in the future, but a heart? Yeah, he could buy that one. Roxas had always made him feel like maybe he still had one, anyway, and that hasn't changed. Before that moment on the clock tower, Axel legitimately couldn't recall the last time he'd felt anything so keenly as to drive him to tears, and while crying certainly isn't necessarily the desired reaction at any given moment, it's kind of refreshing to feel like he can.
He reaches out impulsively and ruffles Roxas' hair.
"You're almost a better napper than I am, I think," he says, and then buffs his nails on the front of his shirt. "Almost."
He blows out a sigh and then pauses a moment. Here he'd thought about a moment like this for so long, thought about all the things he would say, all the ways he would make things right... and now that it's here in front of him, he's at a loss for words. He slowly sinks to sit down on the small bunk, then scoots to one side and tilts his head in a silent invitation for Roxas to sit next to him. It's not a clock tower, but... well, they are in orbit, so maybe it still counts.
"So," he says, and clears his throat. Then he decides that if nothing else gets said, he knows one thing that he can't in good conscience go any longer without saying. "Roxas, I..." He looks at him and then rests his elbows on his knees, leaning forward and shaking his head. "I am so... so sorry," he says, a little surprised at how easily the words roll off his tongue. It's only recently that that word has really reentered his vocabulary at all. "I know it doesn't matter that I thought what I was doing would be better for you, but I hope you can understand that I never meant for it to come between us the way it did."
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He reaches out impulsively and ruffles Roxas' hair.
"You're almost a better napper than I am, I think," he says, and then buffs his nails on the front of his shirt. "Almost."
He blows out a sigh and then pauses a moment. Here he'd thought about a moment like this for so long, thought about all the things he would say, all the ways he would make things right... and now that it's here in front of him, he's at a loss for words. He slowly sinks to sit down on the small bunk, then scoots to one side and tilts his head in a silent invitation for Roxas to sit next to him. It's not a clock tower, but... well, they are in orbit, so maybe it still counts.
"So," he says, and clears his throat. Then he decides that if nothing else gets said, he knows one thing that he can't in good conscience go any longer without saying. "Roxas, I..." He looks at him and then rests his elbows on his knees, leaning forward and shaking his head. "I am so... so sorry," he says, a little surprised at how easily the words roll off his tongue. It's only recently that that word has really reentered his vocabulary at all. "I know it doesn't matter that I thought what I was doing would be better for you, but I hope you can understand that I never meant for it to come between us the way it did."