He pales. It's not just the kind of sickly pale look, as if he's about to loose his lunch. No, his skin comes the closest to paper white Axel will probably ever see and he looks likes he's about to faint. He reaches out, trying to find something to lean on, to steady himself. Even if Axel's a jerk to him and he doesn't like him, he still didn't want him dead.
"Dead. How?" His voice is hoarse when he talks. All these horrible scenarios are running through his mind. "Were you attacked? Poisoned? Wounded?" He doesn't even know why he's asking all of this, only that he's on the verge of hysteria.
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He pales. It's not just the kind of sickly pale look, as if he's about to loose his lunch. No, his skin comes the closest to paper white Axel will probably ever see and he looks likes he's about to faint. He reaches out, trying to find something to lean on, to steady himself. Even if Axel's a jerk to him and he doesn't like him, he still didn't want him dead.
"Dead. How?" His voice is hoarse when he talks. All these horrible scenarios are running through his mind. "Were you attacked? Poisoned? Wounded?" He doesn't even know why he's asking all of this, only that he's on the verge of hysteria.