Axel paced the floor of his own bedroom, back and forth, back and forth. He wasn't sure what he was suppose to do. What could he do? He wanted Roxas to just trust him. To just give in and talk to him. But he wouldn't. No matter what Axel tried, he wouldn't. "Maybe it will just take some time.. I don't know..." He thought as he sat on his bed and pressed his knuckles into his forehead, frustrated, confused, hurt, happy, but most of just wanting to be loved.