[For all that Charles doesn't sleep, he really has the kind of out of it, cute and "sleepy" kind of vibe down, which is what Junpei thinks about very studiously as Charles mushes his face into his thigh like that so he doesn't think about anything else. He scoffs lightly and gives Charles' hair an affectionate ruffle before making an exaggerated face, like, what should he talk about...? Gab's favorite cheeses? That's something.
He says,] Oh, [because that's a very salient point about his legs, but he doesn't want to keep jostling Charles around when he's injured, and isn't lying down with him kind of... well.
He really, desperately wants to, is the thing, but god if he knows how to be normal about it.]
Good idea. You're the patient, so you go first, and... just tell me where you want me.
[Not that he's letting go of Charles' hand for this. That's immaterial.]
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He says,] Oh, [because that's a very salient point about his legs, but he doesn't want to keep jostling Charles around when he's injured, and isn't lying down with him kind of... well.
He really, desperately wants to, is the thing, but god if he knows how to be normal about it.]
Good idea. You're the patient, so you go first, and... just tell me where you want me.
[Not that he's letting go of Charles' hand for this. That's immaterial.]