Axle Tride

as you trudge closer and closer to the semi-run down treehouse you and Axle practically lived in as kids, you hear slight sniffles coming from the roof. Climbing the ladder and opening the hatch to the top, you see them with their knees hugged close to their chest. Axle's head is down, and from what you can hear, they've been crying. Why... why can't they just accept me... they mutter to themselves. why can't they see this is what I want...