[ that's just fine with him — it's been a lot, for both of them, and there's still a part of charles that's trying to hold the edges of his soul together from dissolving entirely in abject sadness; he thinks he may cry about it all some more, eventually, when he lets himself truly think about everything junpei has been through, how alone with it all he's been, how unfairly he's been treated —

but all that comes later. right now, his focus is on this very normal topic of conversation, shifting it away from the trauma, giving junpei something else to think of. ]

Nah, they hit all supernatural stuff, too. Like, demons and ghosts and everything else that you normally wouldn't be able to wound with a regular bullet, yeah?

[ he smiles, lifts his hand to brush it through junpei's hair gently. ]

Then I'll get you one. Mine's a cricket bat, because that's what I'm used to... but d'you want a baseball bat instead?