[The plan now is to stay like this, a tangle of limbs and muddy emotions, and that's fine. That's cool, in Junpei's opinion, much better than the sight of Charles crying on the floor. It doesn't make Junpei want to talk any more eagerly, nothing really can; it's the fresh promise to Charles and really that alone that keeps him here instead of rolling away to pretend it all never happened.

He does still scoff, though, for "anniversary." Makes it sound like he has to remember the worst days of his life, and that's bullshit. It's bullshit that Charles has had to "sit with it," to carry his own shit around, and for a moment Junpei feels a spike of annoyance. Does Charles not have all those friends around? Do they really dismiss him the same way Akane does? What the fuck—]

What? If you— yeah, uh, absolutely. Yes. [Actually that's a huge relief, to give any of this some kind of direction and not just throw things out into the air and hope someone catches them.] I mean, the last time I told anyone... my whole deal was back then, and the bastard mastermind interrupted. And then I got nothing but oh Junpei, you've changed, you're soooo different now, boohoo—

[Ahem. Simply put,] It'd help if you asked stuff, yeah.