[Here they go, trying to out-concession each other again. Junpei makes a brief face, like actually, he doesn't think he's ever been on in his life, which is probably his first problem— but if Charles is willing to have him even while he's in a "one cheese sandwich and six hours of doing nothing" mood, he couldn't possibly object.

There's a point in there, he's not going to deny it; Charles is right that for one reason or another he is unaccustomed to sharing his space, but Charles also makes it worth it to share, to let him in. More than he already has, all things considered...]

You're so... c'mere. [Junpei nudges the bag of groceries politely out of the way and tugs Charles' hand, leaning in (up) to kiss him, warm and deliberate. What does he say other than "holy shit I love you" a hundred times, give him a second. He lingers there, close, brow knit in a serious thoughtfulness more than anything else, and he comes up with:]

Damn, I really love you. And honestly? I don't want you to leave. [And he does a wiggly kind of shrugging thing with his shoulders, like of course Charles can come and go as he likes, but! It's the saying it that matters! Junpei steps back, reaching blindly for the door as he can't quite take his eyes off Charles until he commits yet another one of his looks to memory.

This is of course until he bonks his hand against the doorknob, swears and shoots it a glare, and alright— now they can head inside, on that prime note of smooth operating.]

—Anyway, so, cooking... I've still got that apron from lunch duty at Richard's camp thing. [wear this apron. do it for love.]