[Ah, and that is - a lot of Charles, somehow more than when he lifted him up. The part of Junpei that manages to squeak out a logical thought, maybe let go and go sit down again, is drowned out almost completely by hands on his back and Charles' voice in his ear. He's only half listening to the words, even, huh...]

Thanks. I already forgave you for party tricks.

[Just, you know, in his head. Oop. After another moment he leans back to arms length, expression serious, like he has a real announcement to make.]

It's only kind of my birthday. My birthday's in February. I was, uh, [he holds up a hand to tap in a row in the air, which is supposed to mean calendar,] just counting from when I got here. It was New Year's back home, so it wasn't long.

[Please agree that this is a normal thing to do.]