[He's absolutely far too endearing like this, and Junpei nearly has to literally bite his own tongue to keep from saying as much, like there's a spell in the room and if he acknowledges it head-on, it's going to break. That doesn't make sense, not really— he and Charles have been close for months, and they've well established that the two of them together are a safe place, that this kind of thing is... just how they are, and yet! On his bed! The bed means things! Junpei brought them here himself, and yet!!

He's content to watch Charles move and to follow suit when he's directed (and he pointedly doesn't linger on Charles telling him to get on his back, good god - maybe for an extra second, but just that); there isn't even any time to wonder what to do with himself, really, with how efficiently Charles wraps around him. All of Junpei feels warmer at once, and it takes only a moment for the tautness in him to recede, cresting the hill of "don't fuck it up" and allowing him to relax into Charles' koala embrace. There is... so much of him, which Junpei is finding just as delightful horizontally as vertically.

(Down at the foot of the bed, Gab crawls onto one of his legs and settles in to sleep; he will be here forever.)

Junpei covers their joined hands with his free one and sort of tilts his head into Charles, just a little. It's not insistent enough to be outright nuzzling, but it's an affectionate movement all the same. He's so far gone, but even with his current view of Charles' arm and the ceiling and a bit of curly hair, Junpei feels like he's floating.]

I, uh, I really missed you, [he says, because for some reason being this close makes him keenly aware of how far apart they've been, go figure.] But I can tell you about all the things in the house Gab tried to eat while you were away...