[ it isn't for nothing that he'd said that iron wounds aren't a pretty sight — of course, seeing it happen is far worse than the aftermath, what with the smoke and debilitating pain and all that... but charles is glad junpei's never seen it, and if he's got anything to say about it, will never see it.

he mutters a quiet good when junpei confirms that he's staying, and then, when he worries about disturbing his rest, he tries to shake his head to counter that idea, except he's still lying with his head in his lap, and the motion just ends up with him sort of half-burying his face in junpei's thigh, which, hm —

on second thought, maybe he can just say it out loud, ]

You wouldn't. I like listening to you talk. [ it's one more for the ever-growing tally of should-be embarrassing things that charles says entirely earnestly. and it's true, too — he's missed listening to junpei in the past days, and while he thinks it's possible he may zone out as he rests, junpei talking won't interfere with that in any way; if anything, his voice makes things better, not worse.

with a considering tilt of his head, charles turns a little so he can meet his eyes again, something that still feels a touch perilous, but he'll manage, somehow. ] But if you're gonna be here for the whole two hours, your legs're gonna start hurting in twenty minutes or so.

[ what he should say is so i should move and you should stretch your legs; what comes out is, ] So... lie down with me?