[Oh, and that look could break his heart, the way it comes at the same time as all the rest. It still twists something warm in him, despite the state of Charles; Junpei wants to wrap that smile up and keep it in his back pocket for a rainy day, but - right now—]

Who the fuck is they? [he says, first, because they both so carefully avoided the details of where Charles was going, it didn't even occur to Junpei that there would be armed foes out there. Then,] —Shut up for a second and come on.

[They're going to move, and he keeps an eye on Charles the whole time in case he's flinching too much to go on, but the goal is to get to his bedroom and get Charles laid down there, instead of crowded up on the too-small couch. Junpei will hear all of his I trieds and could have been worses again in a minute or so, when he's satisfied that Charles isn't going to, to, to pass out on him, or something? He doesn't know how to do first aid very well in the first place, let alone on a ghost.

So it's off to the bed, a short walk luckily in his little house, and he murmurs a handful of come ons and let's gos on the way, mostly so Charles doesn't feel like he has to keep filling the air with his apologies. He's here, he's back, that is enough for Junpei right now.

Gab is on the bed; the dog perks up and then whines at the sight of Charles, coming over to snuffle at him when he's settled. Junpei lingers at the side of the bed, torn between the crashing wave of relief that Charles is back and the nearly physical itch to go find a first aid kit and ghost-ify it somehow? He'd figure it out?? Ack.]

What do I-? What do you need? You've been grabbing your side this whole time, so no bullshit.