[ sorting through items is, perhaps weirdly enough, what charles finds — not soothing, exactly, but an activity both mindless enough that he can do it whenever, and also enough to hold his attention to give him something to focus on when there's really nothing else to do.
and that leaves him here, rearranging the records and other small knick-knacks they've (well, he, let's be honest here, there's only one out of them with a tendency to save the weirdest things just in case) gathered over the months while junpei... well. he's been quieter, the closer they've come to new year, and charles hasn't addressed that fact yet — he'd let him be quiet around his death anniversary, right, so he's returning the favour here, as much as he's glancing at him every now and then with a worried little frown.
still; he's opening a drawer he doesn't actually remember ever opening before, and there's — a watch? of sorts? puzzled, he picks it up, and turns to ask, ]
don't look now but it's. me back here with more threads, time to have a very bad new years,
and that leaves him here, rearranging the records and other small knick-knacks they've (well, he, let's be honest here, there's only one out of them with a tendency to save the weirdest things just in case) gathered over the months while junpei... well. he's been quieter, the closer they've come to new year, and charles hasn't addressed that fact yet — he'd let him be quiet around his death anniversary, right, so he's returning the favour here, as much as he's glancing at him every now and then with a worried little frown.
still; he's opening a drawer he doesn't actually remember ever opening before, and there's — a watch? of sorts? puzzled, he picks it up, and turns to ask, ]
Junpei? This yours?