[Ah, they're definitely going to be that couple, that's... something. Junpei can't say he's ever expected to be that couple, and yet he's completely prepared to annoy any and all passerby about it.
In any case: he does not even bother trying to resist giving Charles a suggestive eyebrow wiggle—yes, please do dress down, he's going to snap those suspenders if it kills him—then leans his head back onto Charles' shoulder. They really could have been doing this the whole time, huh... but then, would it have been the same? Was it not just today that he himself made half of a speech about how they get one shot and there's no point in trying to change what's already happened?
So, that's fine. He shrugs.]
Was it really up to me? I mean, when you kissed me back there, I was pretty sure you knew what you were doing. [Haha. But really, this was definitely a mutual experience, in his opinion. That Charles didn't think his feelings could be reciprocated is both heartbreaking and all too relatable, just like the other thing...
Well, it's worked out so far. No complaints.]
I'm pretty much going to ride this high for, you know, forever, so... You did good.
[ the eyebrow wiggle gets him to chuckle — right, he gets the message, and will act accordingly... eventually. right now he's far too comfortable, here like this, to alter his appearance.
and really, he doesn't mind too much that it took them this long to get here; none of that time they spent together was wasted in any way, after all, not when it's all that time that brought them to this point, allowed them each to fall in love and then grow to accept it, grow used to it to the degree it became just a part of them... and he wouldn't change that even if he could. ]
Yours was the hardest part, [ he says back with a tender look, because if it had been up to him? well, he's already said as much — he would've been happy to simply keep showing his love in various ways while not saying anything about it.
somehow, incredibly, the you did good and the accompanying thumbs up just makes charles beam, his smile both sun-bright and sort of softly pleased at the same time. he turns his head and ducks down to this time press a kiss to junpei's cheek, and while there are surely many other words he could say, only three play inside his head as if on repeat. ]
I love you. [ is he ever going to get tired of just being able to say it out loud? no, absolutely not. it's still its own unique thrill, to know he can think it and doesn't have to keep it to himself. ]
[Junpei scoffs and rolls his eyes, mostly unserious given how he can't help but grin through it at the same time; he did a jazz hand, Charles, in public. People saw. That and only that he will allow the title of "hardest part," actually. Sure, in the moment it was stressful, and he still had to worry if Charles might finally think Hm, no, that's enough of this weirdo and his bullshit, but now? A whole hour later? Telling Charles how he feels is the easiest thing in the world. He'd go to the ends of the earth (or, like, C drive or whatever this place technically is?) to keep that dazzling smile, so...
Well, it's easy now. That's what counts. He twists in his seat, leaning away from Charles only enough to turn around in his arms and slide his own around Charles' waist.]
Love you, too. [See, so easy, and privately he remembers all the other things that were just as easy to say back when he promised them - to stay together, to carry each other's burdens - and feels a fresh rush of all those desires now, looking up at Charles in his dinky little kitchen.
If he looks, briefly, kind of intense about it, well! He'll probably reiterate all those other things out loud again at some point. For now he leans up into a kiss like a perfect punctuation mark on this decision he's made.
Then, looking back towards the stove,] Soooo... lunch?
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In any case: he does not even bother trying to resist giving Charles a suggestive eyebrow wiggle—yes, please do dress down, he's going to snap those suspenders if it kills him—then leans his head back onto Charles' shoulder. They really could have been doing this the whole time, huh... but then, would it have been the same? Was it not just today that he himself made half of a speech about how they get one shot and there's no point in trying to change what's already happened?
So, that's fine. He shrugs.]
Was it really up to me? I mean, when you kissed me back there, I was pretty sure you knew what you were doing. [Haha. But really, this was definitely a mutual experience, in his opinion. That Charles didn't think his feelings could be reciprocated is both heartbreaking and all too relatable, just like the other thing...
Well, it's worked out so far. No complaints.]
I'm pretty much going to ride this high for, you know, forever, so... You did good.
[........he throws in a thumbs up, for emphasis.]
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and really, he doesn't mind too much that it took them this long to get here; none of that time they spent together was wasted in any way, after all, not when it's all that time that brought them to this point, allowed them each to fall in love and then grow to accept it, grow used to it to the degree it became just a part of them... and he wouldn't change that even if he could. ]
Yours was the hardest part, [ he says back with a tender look, because if it had been up to him? well, he's already said as much — he would've been happy to simply keep showing his love in various ways while not saying anything about it.
somehow, incredibly, the you did good and the accompanying thumbs up just makes charles beam, his smile both sun-bright and sort of softly pleased at the same time. he turns his head and ducks down to this time press a kiss to junpei's cheek, and while there are surely many other words he could say, only three play inside his head as if on repeat. ]
I love you. [ is he ever going to get tired of just being able to say it out loud? no, absolutely not. it's still its own unique thrill, to know he can think it and doesn't have to keep it to himself. ]
🎀
Well, it's easy now. That's what counts. He twists in his seat, leaning away from Charles only enough to turn around in his arms and slide his own around Charles' waist.]
Love you, too. [See, so easy, and privately he remembers all the other things that were just as easy to say back when he promised them - to stay together, to carry each other's burdens - and feels a fresh rush of all those desires now, looking up at Charles in his dinky little kitchen.
If he looks, briefly, kind of intense about it, well! He'll probably reiterate all those other things out loud again at some point. For now he leans up into a kiss like a perfect punctuation mark on this decision he's made.
Then, looking back towards the stove,] Soooo... lunch?
[And So It Was Lunch]