[ holy shit is about right — he's feeling far too much to coherently put words to it, the staggering relief and the bubbling happiness and the way all the love he feels doesn't quite seem to fit inside him, like every single atom in his spectral body is already made up of nothing but the sheer strength of how much he adores junpei and still there's more left spilling over. he thinks he gets it, now, why people describe a love returned as giddy — he feels almost light-headed with it all, and can't help but laugh as junpei just abruptly rests his head on his shoulder like he, too, is suffering from the same affliction.
which — he is, and the knowledge makes charles smile wide and bright and joyous. ]
Oh? [ he can't help but feel just a tad bit smug when he says, voice lilting, ] Thought about that, have you?
[ well, maybe it's a good thing junpei now has a very effective way to shut him up — one he uses to his advantage, and charles is all too happy to oblige him. and if his smile after matches junpei's, well! that's just fine. he thinks they deserve this, after everything, a moment to simply beam at each other in the middle of a goddamn street of all things. ]
That makes two of us. [ who should have said it sooner, he means — and then, voice soft and tender, ] Good.
[ and really, it's hardly charles' fault if the only possible answer to that is to lean down again, letting his hand slide down to the back of junpei's neck, fingers curling in his hair as he kisses him in earnest, this time... and while the earlier kisses were sort of, vaguely, still public-appropriate, this one is skirting the line, what with charles being very intent on leaving junpei breathless when they finally break apart. ]
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which — he is, and the knowledge makes charles smile wide and bright and joyous. ]
Oh? [ he can't help but feel just a tad bit smug when he says, voice lilting, ] Thought about that, have you?
[ well, maybe it's a good thing junpei now has a very effective way to shut him up — one he uses to his advantage, and charles is all too happy to oblige him. and if his smile after matches junpei's, well! that's just fine. he thinks they deserve this, after everything, a moment to simply beam at each other in the middle of a goddamn street of all things. ]
That makes two of us. [ who should have said it sooner, he means — and then, voice soft and tender, ] Good.
[ and really, it's hardly charles' fault if the only possible answer to that is to lean down again, letting his hand slide down to the back of junpei's neck, fingers curling in his hair as he kisses him in earnest, this time... and while the earlier kisses were sort of, vaguely, still public-appropriate, this one is skirting the line, what with charles being very intent on leaving junpei breathless when they finally break apart. ]