[It's all a weird kind of embarrassing, even still. As much as Junpei appreciates Charles' support - and he does, it's a ballast, it's something to hold on to - there's still a part of him that wants to squirm away from all of this. To brush it off again and continue not thinking about it, just let it stand in the corner and pretend it isn't there.
So it's hard for him to say he feels better now. He feels more raw, he supposes, more exposed, a bit exhausted— in a way that doesn't feel like another sharp turn downward, at least. Good? Semi-good? Good enough.
He sighs and presses his face into Charles' chest directly, like maybe he can just live right here from now on, that'd be nice. Muffled,]
Okay. [...Just okay, because he can't keep saying thank you forever, so it's okay thank you and okay I love you and okay I'll need the help all tangled together. Okay.
After a moment he picks his head up, wait,] You can make magic bats? They don't just come like that?
[are they not grown magic-- no, listen, he put zero thought into this.]
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So it's hard for him to say he feels better now. He feels more raw, he supposes, more exposed, a bit exhausted— in a way that doesn't feel like another sharp turn downward, at least. Good? Semi-good? Good enough.
He sighs and presses his face into Charles' chest directly, like maybe he can just live right here from now on, that'd be nice. Muffled,]
Okay. [...Just okay, because he can't keep saying thank you forever, so it's okay thank you and okay I love you and okay I'll need the help all tangled together. Okay.
After a moment he picks his head up, wait,] You can make magic bats? They don't just come like that?
[are they not grown magic-- no, listen, he put zero thought into this.]