[They've talked about the specifics of enough deaths today, something something it's his birthday, Junpei isn't going to spout out more unless Charles really wants to know.

Instead he simply says,] Yeah.

[And he's fine, really, he's dealing with the end of that week by numbing himself to it, which will never come back to bite him in the ass at a later date. Nothing he's been through has done that yet! He thinks! So it will work now, too.

He leans into Charles' lean, thoughtfully quiet for a moment.]

You were there for, I don't know, eighty percent... That's still a B. [ahem that's stupid, okay,] ...Yeah, I get it.

[No platitudes, no "well actually it was kind of a dream kill so what could anyone have done," forget all of that; he gets it.]

Uh, well, I'm not getting on your case about that, either. Believe me, I would have by now if I was thinking about it.