Axel nodded when he mentioned having breakfast delivered. "Fine with me," he agreed, trying not to sound as excited as he felt. In all honesty, he'd enjoyed eating with Duncan rather than eating alone. He knew he should enjoy it either way ....the food was amazing. But eating alone was ...lonely. Even if he didn't necessarily like the people he'd grown up in the barracks with....they'd done everything together. So he did feel the need to have another person with him when he could, and meal times were too quiet when he was by himself.

Duncan smiled lightly at the tone in his voice. He could tell Axel wanted to eat with someone, that he secretly liked the company. Duncan finished getting ready for the day before changing into some real clothes behind the closed bathroom door. (Wht if Axel reads his poetry again and realizes Duncan secretly likes him and Axel kinda makes a move on Duncan?)

Axel had lingered on the bed for a few moments, before getting up to sort of just wander around the room. He still had a lot of energy, so just sitting around was boring. At least this way he could move some.

(I don't think he'd sneak the book out when he's alone again, but maybe he sees something over Duncan's shoulder and notices that it's talking about him so he comments on it or whatever?)

Duncan wandered out, fully dressed and plopped down with his book. He smiled over at Axel. "You have a lot of energy. We can go out later tonight, when everyones asleep," he chuckled (That could work)

Axel glanced over at Duncan when he came back out of the bathroom, continuing to just wander aimlessly around the room. "That sounds fun," he agreed happily, face lighting up at the prospect of going and doing something. (Sounds good).

Duncan nodded, opening his book and beginning to write.

Axel continued to walk, circling around the room aimlessly. Eventually, his path led him past Duncan, and despite making an effort to try and not read his writing, he caught the words red and white hair, and when he doubled back to skin the pages again, he caught a few more things that could only mean him. So he sort of paused, cocking his head slightly as he leaned his forearms on the headboard beside him. "You know....if you're going to write love poems about me, I'd love to receive them," he teased gently.

Duncan shut his book fast, face a flaming scarlet red. "They're-They're not about you, they're- um... its about... um..." he stuttered, not sure what to do now.

Axel sort of chuckled softly, moving to sit down on the bed and Jean against the headboard, watching Duncan with a cooked head. "Who else do you know with red and white hair and heterochromia," he asked, raising his eyebrows slightly. "Look, sometimes it's just better to admit things. Say them out loud," he noted gently. He wouldn't force him but... He did hope he would. He wanted to hear something like that. He hadn't before and it seemed nice.

Duncan shook his head fast. "No, no, its not, its not," he insisted, looking anywhere but at him. He wasn't ready to admit that he had feelings for Axel yet. Those feelings scared him, terrified him...