[Ah, that week after all. Junpei can't help but raise his eyebrows, surprised and a little wry; he was definitely... weird company that week, at best, so he wouldn't blame Charles for picking, like, a different week, if he wanted? But he isn't about to question it past the brief look.]

You're cute, [he says, for that week and the festival both. And just because it's true, all things considered.]

Is it my turn...?

[To put himself so on blast about taking forever to get to his dorky confession, that is. He thinks about it; honestly, he isn't entirely sure of the precise moment - he loves Charles so much and so deeply, feeling this way about him is so comfortable and real and right, he might as well have been in love since the day they met.

But let him think about it. He furrows his brow, putting on a Very Thoughtful Look for the bit of it. Hmm.]

Definitely when I got you alone in that dressing room. [hahaha-- but no, actually,] Nah, it was before that. I mean, not that you didn't look good...

I think it was probably my "birthday," [fingerquotes included,] Or at least, that's when I figured it out.