There's nothing wrong with me because there is something wrong with me? Huh. [Wry and a little teasing, despite himself; it's phrased awkwardly indeed, but it's from Charles, and so it carries more weight to Junpei than anything anyone else might have offered. He likes to think he isn't so far gone that he can't stop to make quips, so: quips.

Then he settles in to let Charles' words wash over him, scooting down to rest his head on Charles' chest properly now, taking hold of Charles' hand in his hair to thread their fingers together.

Locking it away, not feeling anything— he'd said that to Carlos and Akane, about probably going numb, and then? The Decision Game had forced him to feel everything all at once in the longest adrenaline rush of all time, so much that suddenly arriving in Aldrip and having nothing to do but get a normal, boring job and hang around seemed, at first, to be—healing. He wonders now if it's been little more than an emotional rest stop, just waiting for him to get back to the total breakdown that's probably inevitable.

He says,] Well, I should kick my ass for that, because it sucks.

[It's all he's got; saying it at all took this long, and he only doesn't shove away from it entirely again because Charles doesn't shove away from it. Junpei squeezes his hand in silent thanks for being there, for not telling him he's just wrong and these things "aren't him," or whatever.]

You've seen people do this before? What'd they do about it?