Axel pursed his lips when Fane got in his way. However, he didn't just push past, careful to keep them from touching. "Whatever. If you want to hang out with me, that's fine, but we do it on my terms. I'm not going out and doing something froo-froo and if I don't feel like it, I won't." Sighing, he finally slipped past, still careful to keep the distance between them as if he might burn should their shoulders brush. Shoving his hands deep in his pockets, he straightened his back with pride. "And yes, I am the heart of the band." With those parting words thrown over his shoulder, he stalked into the parking lot, where he threw himself into his car and speed away seconds later. He couldn't explain it, but Fane got under his skin. Maybe it was the way he saw through him, or the way he cared. Either way, he was done. Axel just wanted to go home and sleep.