[Wow, the suits, that's kind of goofy— a thought he will choose not to share, but mostly only because he's in too much of a sulk to make jokes.
And cynically he notices the particular difference here, that Charles will promise to come back to him but not to take care of himself, but he's not going to argue about that now either. Maybe if Charles comes back safe and sound, Junpei can give him a good scolding about that, if he manages to let go of him long enough. Maybe he'll say some other things, too.
He sighs and inches his hand up to cover Charles', tilting his head just a little into the touch. If he tries very hard to ignore, like, so many things, this is how close he wants to be to Charles all the time— but since he can't ignore so many things, all he can feel about it is the same vague dread he's been feeling for what feels like ages now.]
Okay.
[He's quiet after that, like he wants to say something but he can't think of anything to say except futile attempts at being lighthearted and optimistic about this whole thing, and since he really isn't, all of those feel stilted and hollow before he even bothers to try. Still, he feels like he has to say something else, something that isn't so... dismal? So convinced that something is going to go terribly wrong.
...It's harder than it seems. How does he feel about just this thing, Charles going off to do some heroics even if he won't admit that that's what he's doing, without the threat of it all going wrong? Hmm.]
I know I'm not, y'know, really gungho about this, but uh... It's good of you go at all, yeah? And don't— don't start doing your thing where you're all, nooo, anybody would do that, I'm not super good and brave, because that's just not true.
[Case in point: himself, opting out of playing the hero this time, but they are not talking about that. They are talking about his actual point, which he's finally dug out from the rubble of the rest of his worse emotions, here:]
I guess I mean, it sucks to have to do it, but... I'm proud of you for doing it.
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And cynically he notices the particular difference here, that Charles will promise to come back to him but not to take care of himself, but he's not going to argue about that now either. Maybe if Charles comes back safe and sound, Junpei can give him a good scolding about that, if he manages to let go of him long enough. Maybe he'll say some other things, too.
He sighs and inches his hand up to cover Charles', tilting his head just a little into the touch. If he tries very hard to ignore, like, so many things, this is how close he wants to be to Charles all the time— but since he can't ignore so many things, all he can feel about it is the same vague dread he's been feeling for what feels like ages now.]
Okay.
[He's quiet after that, like he wants to say something but he can't think of anything to say except futile attempts at being lighthearted and optimistic about this whole thing, and since he really isn't, all of those feel stilted and hollow before he even bothers to try. Still, he feels like he has to say something else, something that isn't so... dismal? So convinced that something is going to go terribly wrong.
...It's harder than it seems. How does he feel about just this thing, Charles going off to do some heroics even if he won't admit that that's what he's doing, without the threat of it all going wrong? Hmm.]
I know I'm not, y'know, really gungho about this, but uh... It's good of you go at all, yeah? And don't— don't start doing your thing where you're all, nooo, anybody would do that, I'm not super good and brave, because that's just not true.
[Case in point: himself, opting out of playing the hero this time, but they are not talking about that. They are talking about his actual point, which he's finally dug out from the rubble of the rest of his worse emotions, here:]
I guess I mean, it sucks to have to do it, but... I'm proud of you for doing it.
[But Be Careful Or Else]