[He's very thankful Mem isn't hovering over his bed; if he hadn't recognized him in time, in that case, he might've woken up swinging. As it is already, Axel's initial grumpiness at being woken up is softening at the sight of the pout. (How does he manage to believe that he doesn't have a heart, when it melts every time at the sight of his best friend bing so adorable? The world may never know.) He yawns again and pats the mattress; Memento might as well sit, if they're gonna talk.]
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