[ he grabs the backpack and swings it over one shoulder, reaching out to junpei, to take his hand — unnecessary, perhaps, given that the inn seems to be a safe place... but you never know, and he feels better like this, like gripping his hand tightly reassures him that he's still there, and safe, and relatively okay.
relatively, because there's a tightness around his eyes and an undercurrent of anger in his words, but that's fine — he's used to junpei's anger sparking at a variety of different things, some of them more easily explained than others.
so he just nods and says, ] Yeah, [ and then pulls junpei along, hoping that his room is indeed free, that'd be a very dusty silver lining for this whole thing... and maybe their shit luck for the day is finally turning, because his room is empty, and charles lets out an exhale when the door closes behind them, and the light in the room remains on. ]
Right. Guess this is us, then, for however long this thing's going on. [ "this thing" meaning, of course, the darkness and the monsters and whatnot. ]
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relatively, because there's a tightness around his eyes and an undercurrent of anger in his words, but that's fine — he's used to junpei's anger sparking at a variety of different things, some of them more easily explained than others.
so he just nods and says, ] Yeah, [ and then pulls junpei along, hoping that his room is indeed free, that'd be a very dusty silver lining for this whole thing... and maybe their shit luck for the day is finally turning, because his room is empty, and charles lets out an exhale when the door closes behind them, and the light in the room remains on. ]
Right. Guess this is us, then, for however long this thing's going on. [ "this thing" meaning, of course, the darkness and the monsters and whatnot. ]