[ in response to the eyebrow raise, charles just cocks his head back with easy confidence, a kind of you said it, not me. when junpei slides his arms around him, he doesn't waste time to wind his now-free arm around his back, and while he doesn't really need to pull junpei closer — he's done that all on his own — well, it doesn't hurt, either.
the street could just as well not exist, for how little thought charles spares it; even as they break apart, even as he, too, feels breathless despite not even needing to breathe, all he has eyes for is junpei. and hell, but he can't really believe his luck — why on earth junpei would love him is quite frankly beyond him, and if he allows himself to dwell on it he's not entirely sure he deserves it, either; but he won't think of that, now, will avoid thinking of it as long as he can, because if junpei for some unfathomable reason seems to think him worth it... then charles won't doubt him.
what he will do instead is aim a grin at junpei, shrugging his shoulders. ]
That's not a complaint. [ and despite his tone, his eyes are full of warmth — and then he's leaning forward to press a kiss to his temple, his fingers untangling themselves from his hair as he moves his hand to join his other one around junpei. not for a moment does it occur to him they're still on the sidewalk; all he knows is the world could literally end right now and still he wouldn't let go.
the suggestion gets a hum from him. ] You mean, I'll get to see you in something else than a t-shirt? [ where's the nearest clothing store —
no, but joking aside, why is this even a question? ] Of course I do. [ he feels compelled to add, with a kind of devastating honesty, ] Junpei, love, you know you could ask me to go mountain climbing, or learn Ancient Greek, or watch seventy hours' worth of reality tv with you, and I'd say yes. Because it's you.
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the street could just as well not exist, for how little thought charles spares it; even as they break apart, even as he, too, feels breathless despite not even needing to breathe, all he has eyes for is junpei. and hell, but he can't really believe his luck — why on earth junpei would love him is quite frankly beyond him, and if he allows himself to dwell on it he's not entirely sure he deserves it, either; but he won't think of that, now, will avoid thinking of it as long as he can, because if junpei for some unfathomable reason seems to think him worth it... then charles won't doubt him.
what he will do instead is aim a grin at junpei, shrugging his shoulders. ]
That's not a complaint. [ and despite his tone, his eyes are full of warmth — and then he's leaning forward to press a kiss to his temple, his fingers untangling themselves from his hair as he moves his hand to join his other one around junpei. not for a moment does it occur to him they're still on the sidewalk; all he knows is the world could literally end right now and still he wouldn't let go.
the suggestion gets a hum from him. ] You mean, I'll get to see you in something else than a t-shirt? [ where's the nearest clothing store —
no, but joking aside, why is this even a question? ] Of course I do. [ he feels compelled to add, with a kind of devastating honesty, ] Junpei, love, you know you could ask me to go mountain climbing, or learn Ancient Greek, or watch seventy hours' worth of reality tv with you, and I'd say yes. Because it's you.