[Charles' anger flares in, Junpei thinks, the exact same way his own did seconds before, and so he doesn't bother to refute it. Could he, sure, he could make excuses for Akane until he's blue in the face - he'll think of a better metaphor, considering - but maybe, actually, part of him is satisfied to hear Charles get angry on his behalf. He curls into Charles squeezing him like that, cheek pressing against his shoulder, and he can't help but smile, if strained.
He'd rather Charles not have to feel any of this, but he won't lie, it's comforting that he cares enough to get this up in arms about even one vague thing.]
It does suck. Don't really have any good ways, I guess, [ahem,] but I make sandwiches now, so...
[So, step one: get the fuck out of the worst profession, complete! Maybe they'll come back to that. He slides a hand up to Charles' hair, idly pushing it back into place from how wild it's gotten.]
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He'd rather Charles not have to feel any of this, but he won't lie, it's comforting that he cares enough to get this up in arms about even one vague thing.]
It does suck. Don't really have any good ways, I guess, [ahem,] but I make sandwiches now, so...
[So, step one: get the fuck out of the worst profession, complete! Maybe they'll come back to that. He slides a hand up to Charles' hair, idly pushing it back into place from how wild it's gotten.]
Sure. Go for it.