Lucky or not... it was pretty aces.

[ he rests his head against junpei's, turns it slightly so he can look down at him fondly — and yeah, sure, this can be where he falls asleep, and then charles will gently carry him over to the bed so he can sleep there, properly, possibly with gab settled over his legs. ]

Course we do. [ softly, ] The next time I need someone to throw me projectiles I can hit with my bat, I know who to ask.