Axel raised an eyebrow, trying to ascertain what was so pleasant about this day. The sun felt sticky and too bright and the faint breeze scratched at his pale skin like it wanted to pull it off somehow. He was a creature of the night and the daytime just did not suit him well. "Perhaps I like being alone on days like this," he murmured back. Letting his cigarette run down as he held it to the side, he continued to gaze at the line of shining cars. "It's really Harlan's fault, that idiot. He said he wouldn't leave my doorstep if I didn't give you a call. That's not a very nice thing to do to someone who's hung over." Huffing, he flicked his cigarette butt away. "Anyway, I'm going to head back now."