[Part of Junpei is annoyed, admittedly, to be pressed. It's not Charles, not exactly, it's the overwhelming apathy of, like, the fucking cosmos held up next to Charles' frustration about things that aren't okay. It feels—childish almost, to be annoyed about this, even to be upset about "it" and "a lot of things," childish to say anything at all; so Junpei folds his arms over his chest and looks away.
Besides, he thinks, it's not like Charles tells him a hundred percent of his own shit, but immediately he tells himself that's not fair either, and it's all he can do to stand there and grip his arms a little too hard, thinking. Here's Charles getting frustrated with him and then immediately pulling back on it, and Junpei recalls the litany of times Akane did this exact same thing to him, letting him beg to be let in. Waiting until he talked himself out of it. Answering nothing at all except when it didn't matter anymore.
Charles sure did reach the second step of that in record time, he notes, but more importantly: Junpei doesn't want to be that person. He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face.]
It's just going to freak you out, but... you're right. Come on. [This time it feels, hm, not the right time exactly to squish himself into Charles again, so he gives him a light shoulder bump as he shuffles past. He's going to go climb into bed; some conversations are best had pre-collapsed.
Anyway, Charles can join him or stand there, but Junpei addresses the ceiling either way:] I don't know where you want me to start.
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Besides, he thinks, it's not like Charles tells him a hundred percent of his own shit, but immediately he tells himself that's not fair either, and it's all he can do to stand there and grip his arms a little too hard, thinking. Here's Charles getting frustrated with him and then immediately pulling back on it, and Junpei recalls the litany of times Akane did this exact same thing to him, letting him beg to be let in. Waiting until he talked himself out of it. Answering nothing at all except when it didn't matter anymore.
Charles sure did reach the second step of that in record time, he notes, but more importantly: Junpei doesn't want to be that person. He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face.]
It's just going to freak you out, but... you're right. Come on. [This time it feels, hm, not the right time exactly to squish himself into Charles again, so he gives him a light shoulder bump as he shuffles past. He's going to go climb into bed; some conversations are best had pre-collapsed.
Anyway, Charles can join him or stand there, but Junpei addresses the ceiling either way:] I don't know where you want me to start.