that Axl writes. Dabbles. His grammar sucks and he gets bored and never finishes a piece but he has put words down. Musings. Maybe it is song lyrics, though he has never created music for these words--that would take work and let's face it he is too lazy. He lacks the patience with himself that it requires to take initial scribbles and mold it. If it doesn't come out perfectly the first time, he gives up. But he never stops jotting things down. Then in Europe, as he and Kenny and Sean sit on a gently swaying train, Axl's bag falls open and the contents spew on the floor. Sean helps scoop it up. The old five star notebook he has been using for his Thoughts since highschool is open. And it isn't like Sean MEANS to snoop. He just can't help seeing the words: homesick isn't actual pain in the heart it is a catch of breath when something is familiar or, worse, too new. Axl snatches the notebook from Sean's hand in a manner that says clearly that the writing is Private. Sean winces and apologizes and pretends he saw nothing. But it stays with him for days. Axl writes? He writes. Huh. And it's not bad. His handwriting and punctuation leaves something to be desired but the sentiment behind the words; it rings true. So true Sean can't stop thinking about it. At the sight of an overweight tourist with white sneakers and a sun visor in her dark curls, Sean is reminded of his mother and his breath hitches. "It's good." He says to Axl when he spies the notebook again. This time, the raggedy corner of it is sticking out of his armpit where he stuffed it as soon as Sean and Kenny appeared in the hotel room. "The business meeting?" "No." Sean points to the pages. Axl turns a little pink and rolls his eyes as he tosses it away. "Nah. It's just dumb stuff. Whatever." "I didn't see much, but what I did see, about homesickness... It's good. It's real, you know? I feel it too." Axl sighs. "It's so lame that I miss it. Orson is a dumb little town with nothing in it." "Your family is in it. That's why." Axl shrugs, clearly unwilling to carry on with this talk. Sean bumps his shoulder and points at the book again on his way to the shower. "I think if you keep it up, by the time we get home you will have the foundation of a stellar memoir." As Sean swings the door closed behind him, he hears Axl click a pen and start writing.