He waves a hand at them, dismissive. "I'm fine." It's just... new, feeling this way. Or not feeling. He's not even sure anymore. Back to semi-normal, Axel goes ahead and flops down on the couch, definitely more slouchy and casual than Saïx usually would sit, with one legs spread out on the cushions and elbow propped up on the arm rest so he can support his head.

"Put that away. You don't even know how to use it," he mutters towards Saïx, referring to his chakram.