[Junpei is ready to insist if he has to, because of course all those other things are true, fuck those guys and so on, but Junpei has faced enough uncomfortable what-ifs for a lifetime (possibly several) and he knows that sometimes the thing he most wants to hear is, yes, that was correct. Yes, you did something difficult, and it ended badly, but you were right to try.
He hopes saying it once and then demanding Charles preemptively shut up and get hugged is conveying it the way he wants, but well, he's already committed to this method.
It feels like it's working at least, the way Charles sinks into him instead of snapping at him or turning away. And it feels less strained, less sharp around the edges than back in that storage room when he'd been trying to outpace his own infected mind. Good— or at the very least, better. Junpei squeezes his arms around Charles and scoffs.]
Don't worry about it. I'm the one who asked.
[About the incident and for this hug, technically, so those are both covered. He'll stay here like this until Charles decides it's done.]
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He hopes saying it once and then demanding Charles preemptively shut up and get hugged is conveying it the way he wants, but well, he's already committed to this method.
It feels like it's working at least, the way Charles sinks into him instead of snapping at him or turning away. And it feels less strained, less sharp around the edges than back in that storage room when he'd been trying to outpace his own infected mind. Good— or at the very least, better. Junpei squeezes his arms around Charles and scoffs.]
Don't worry about it. I'm the one who asked.
[About the incident and for this hug, technically, so those are both covered. He'll stay here like this until Charles decides it's done.]
And, uh, thanks. For trusting me with it.