The heavy smell of alcohol was practically wafting from Axel like tendrils in waves of five as Sora drew closer, concern etching right back within his heart as his face quite contradictorily busied itself with a wrinkled grimace.

"Axel... What have you been...?" But that was left to that, the question not really sure what it could have been asking in the first place, and the brunet simply shook his head, immediately nullifying the spoken words after an obvious realization hit. That wasn't important right now. Axel was piss drunk. Already Sora disapproved with a pang of pity, but said nothing - instead choosing this moment to eye the intoxicated Nobody over while his young features visibly softened.

The most interesting thing about Axel would have probably had to have been the hair; spiked back almost as pointy as Sora's in vibrant red that practically flared out noticeably as if hazardous prickly flames. Those green eyes, the teen noted, appearing so dull and lost when they had glanced his way, spoke wondrous self-lies that Sora could almost clearly see right through to the sparks that confirmed truth to really having been alive once upon a time.

Finally, after what seemed a decade, the Keyblade wielder extended his hand, offering a soft encouraging smile with his vow of warm words.

"Come on. Let's get you back on your feet, alright?"

And Sora meant that in more than one way.