[This whole thing already has Junpei feeling messier than he'd like, and he's sure his sulking and rambling isn't making him look good in any way, let alone calm and collected about the ordeal. Then Charles has to go and lean in as close as he does, and say what he does, and Junpei's flimsy grasp on his self control nearly gives up then and there. Charles can't just do that, that's not fair of him at all— Junpei makes another face, almost a smile, quite strained, but Charles keeps going on and on before he can slide a word in.
Probably for the best. Actually putting voice to that feeling, that all he - well, they, apparently, all they want to do is be near each other, is toeing the line of what's good and sensible to say right now. Maybe even asking Charles to come see him before leaving was a bad idea, who knows how distracted he'll be out there, now that Junpei has dumped all this other stuff on him. Mm.
He mutters,] 'Course you don't, [because of course Charles wouldn't go back on his promises, he's too good for that, and at least one of them is willing to acknowledge that truth. As for this mirror,]
You put it in your backpack...?
[Wry, and with the tiniest bit more amusement than he's managed this whole time, because it's silly. Not the intent, no, of course not, a mirror is an escape plan is a way out, even if Junpei is sure Charles won't use it until he feels like everyone else is safe, because he's too good— Still, the option is good to have. It makes him feel a little better. The silly part is the mental image of Charles running around god knows where with an unwieldy backpack full of mirror, trying to maneuver... yeah.
He nods - okay, it's fine, it's going to be fine, sure - and can't help but crowd into Charles' space to hug him again. If he looks him in the face for too long he's going to say something stupid and poorly timed, so, this—]
Stay when you get back. No time limits, no big action movie missions. No bullshit. [Ideally, no bullshit, who knows,] Just you and me.
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Probably for the best. Actually putting voice to that feeling, that all he - well, they, apparently, all they want to do is be near each other, is toeing the line of what's good and sensible to say right now. Maybe even asking Charles to come see him before leaving was a bad idea, who knows how distracted he'll be out there, now that Junpei has dumped all this other stuff on him. Mm.
He mutters,] 'Course you don't, [because of course Charles wouldn't go back on his promises, he's too good for that, and at least one of them is willing to acknowledge that truth. As for this mirror,]
You put it in your backpack...?
[Wry, and with the tiniest bit more amusement than he's managed this whole time, because it's silly. Not the intent, no, of course not, a mirror is an escape plan is a way out, even if Junpei is sure Charles won't use it until he feels like everyone else is safe, because he's too good— Still, the option is good to have. It makes him feel a little better. The silly part is the mental image of Charles running around god knows where with an unwieldy backpack full of mirror, trying to maneuver... yeah.
He nods - okay, it's fine, it's going to be fine, sure - and can't help but crowd into Charles' space to hug him again. If he looks him in the face for too long he's going to say something stupid and poorly timed, so, this—]
Stay when you get back. No time limits, no big action movie missions. No bullshit. [Ideally, no bullshit, who knows,] Just you and me.