AXEL WOLFF
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Felix's Diner
#235744
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He was in the midst of regaining himself when Sydney took the water from him and started to walk off towards the table. Axel watched her go, unable to hold back a slight frown. Whereas before he had been the only one exuding an air of tension, he now felt it seeping from Sydney. Her sigh only confirmed what he knew, and he started to open his mouth to comment, but she beat him to it. He looked towards her, the two of them balancing on their forearms on the counter as they looked over the restaurant.
"Glad it's not just me," he remarked, giving a soft yet dejected sort of laugh. Axel couldn't help but smile as she placed her hand on his back in a reassuring manner. "Yeah, we'll just get through the day...don't worry about it." And yet he wanted to tell her to worry about it, to join him in his moment of distress. He needed her reassurance desperately. Sydney had become something of a rock to him over the past few years.
But that was selfish of him. Surely, she was worrying herself as well, sensing his emotions just like he was sensing hers. He stood himself upright, taking a slow breath. This wasn't just difficult for him - it was for her too. After all, Al had broken her heart all of those years ago. He wondered if she still had feelings for the man who had left her at the altar.
Axel didn't realize she had returned at first as he was still caught up in looking out over the diner, his mind racing. But her concerns filled the air around him once more as she slipped the mail under the counter. He promptly removed it, needing something to keep his hands busy. He flipped through the mail, pursing his lips as he separated out the junk mail from the bills.
His jaw gave a slight clench as he worked a thumb under the seal of an envelope, jerking it open roughly. "I don't...I don't know, Syd," he said softly, both to keep his voice down for the customer's sake and also to mask his growing anxiety. "He left years ago. The chance of him coming back is fucking slim-to-none." Axel put the letters down a bit too forcefully on the counter.
"But...if he does come back, it doesn't change anything, right?" Axel looked to Sydney now, meeting her eye as if begging for some sort of affirmation from her. "What we have here...he doesn't get to change that. Change the pack, this town." He meant it as a statement, but he could tell afterwards that his voice wavered just enough that he sounded unsure, as though asking her a question.
"Glad it's not just me," he remarked, giving a soft yet dejected sort of laugh. Axel couldn't help but smile as she placed her hand on his back in a reassuring manner. "Yeah, we'll just get through the day...don't worry about it." And yet he wanted to tell her to worry about it, to join him in his moment of distress. He needed her reassurance desperately. Sydney had become something of a rock to him over the past few years.
But that was selfish of him. Surely, she was worrying herself as well, sensing his emotions just like he was sensing hers. He stood himself upright, taking a slow breath. This wasn't just difficult for him - it was for her too. After all, Al had broken her heart all of those years ago. He wondered if she still had feelings for the man who had left her at the altar.
Axel didn't realize she had returned at first as he was still caught up in looking out over the diner, his mind racing. But her concerns filled the air around him once more as she slipped the mail under the counter. He promptly removed it, needing something to keep his hands busy. He flipped through the mail, pursing his lips as he separated out the junk mail from the bills.
His jaw gave a slight clench as he worked a thumb under the seal of an envelope, jerking it open roughly. "I don't...I don't know, Syd," he said softly, both to keep his voice down for the customer's sake and also to mask his growing anxiety. "He left years ago. The chance of him coming back is fucking slim-to-none." Axel put the letters down a bit too forcefully on the counter.
"But...if he does come back, it doesn't change anything, right?" Axel looked to Sydney now, meeting her eye as if begging for some sort of affirmation from her. "What we have here...he doesn't get to change that. Change the pack, this town." He meant it as a statement, but he could tell afterwards that his voice wavered just enough that he sounded unsure, as though asking her a question.