[Oh, and that's not what Junpei is expecting to hear at all. He's thrown plenty of tantrums in his life, he has an uncomfortable amount of indignant anger with no outlet, so he means it when he says he'd have made it pretty clear already if he had a bone to pick with Charles. It would have followed a lot of sullen sulking and passive-aggressive mumbling, and he'd probably end up embarrassed, but oh, yeah. He's not unfamiliar with flipping out.
Then Charles has to go and say he's too good, and despite himself, a part of Junpei chafes against that. Surely he knows better by now when it comes to being the good, understanding, upstanding guy; surely that's just naïveté he can't stomach anymore, after everything. Too good? Actually?
...Well, either way. It's exhausting just thinking about getting indignant to prove a point, look at him, so tough and hardened to the world!!—he can't be bothered. He scoffs and reaches for the abandoned beer again.
Maybe this time it's fine to... enjoy the compliment? Or whatever this is, the easy comfort that comes from Charles just saying stuff like that, and not getting flustered about it, either. Jeez.]
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Then Charles has to go and say he's too good, and despite himself, a part of Junpei chafes against that. Surely he knows better by now when it comes to being the good, understanding, upstanding guy; surely that's just naïveté he can't stomach anymore, after everything. Too good? Actually?
...Well, either way. It's exhausting just thinking about getting indignant to prove a point, look at him, so tough and hardened to the world!!—he can't be bothered. He scoffs and reaches for the abandoned beer again.
Maybe this time it's fine to... enjoy the compliment? Or whatever this is, the easy comfort that comes from Charles just saying stuff like that, and not getting flustered about it, either. Jeez.]
If you say so. I'll try not to disappoint.