Axel snorted a laugh, but there was nothing derisive or malicious in it.

"There's more than two options, you know," he said mildly; "it's a bit of a spectrum. You don't have to be 'fine' just because you're not 'dead'." And then he just shook his head when Riku thanked him. Axel might not have been a textbook philanthropist, but when someone came to him with a genuine need for help he tended to give it where he could. It didn't happen often (he just didn't really give off the Good Samaritan vibe, it seemed), but he did endeavor to do what he could when a comrade really needed it. And from the look of him, Riku had needed it like air.

He wordlessly moved to the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the cupboard, twisting the faucet on and filling it before returning to the main room. He wordlessly handed Riku the glass and then sat on the far end of the couch, propping his feet up on the table. He didn't say anything, didn't ask, didn't demand answers... Axel knew how to read his company well enough to know how to interrogate them, and he knew Riku wouldn't spill under pressure.

Axel would wait, and figured eventually Riku would feel obligated to give him something.