[Up again and back through the mirror, ugh... At least Junpei has Gab to distract himself with, hugging the dog-in-backpack close to his chest during the brief jaunt through the mirror. Gab has no idea what's going on although not in his usual pleasant old man way, and so whines the entire way through the mirror and is still whining when Charles puts them back down. Junpei crouches immediately to get Gab out of the backpack - and maybe because two mirror trips in a row make him feel extra awful.
He keeps Gab cradled in one arm as he straightens up again, holding the backpack out to Charles and looking at the inn. The lights are on?
Somehow, it kind of makes him angry. The fucking inn has the lights on and nobody said anything? They ran from a big evil snake and the inn was fine the whole time?]
The fuck... [aaaaAAAAAA—] Okay, whatever. Let's go, maybe my old room is empty.
[Angrily, let's go. It's stupid and illogical to be mad about the inn, he knows this, but it's the easiest target for all of his frustrations right now, so: fuck this building in particular, but fine.]
[ he grabs the backpack and swings it over one shoulder, reaching out to junpei, to take his hand — unnecessary, perhaps, given that the inn seems to be a safe place... but you never know, and he feels better like this, like gripping his hand tightly reassures him that he's still there, and safe, and relatively okay.
relatively, because there's a tightness around his eyes and an undercurrent of anger in his words, but that's fine — he's used to junpei's anger sparking at a variety of different things, some of them more easily explained than others.
so he just nods and says, ] Yeah, [ and then pulls junpei along, hoping that his room is indeed free, that'd be a very dusty silver lining for this whole thing... and maybe their shit luck for the day is finally turning, because his room is empty, and charles lets out an exhale when the door closes behind them, and the light in the room remains on. ]
Right. Guess this is us, then, for however long this thing's going on. [ "this thing" meaning, of course, the darkness and the monsters and whatnot. ]
[Charles' hand in his is a comfort, of course, it always is; still, Junpei remains quiet as they enter the inn and head upstairs. He doesn't want to look around and see who else is here, if there are any familiar faces, who all is accounted for—
(He wants to do that very much, actually, but he can't or he will never sit down.)
So. His old room. Gab is still unsettled, so Junpei takes a moment to mutter to him about how this is totally home away from home, they'll get him some food soon, for sure, while putting the dog down to let him explore the new space. Junpei sits on the floor, because of course he does.]
Hey, [up, to Charles, hi,] Before you go out there and do some big hero thing...
[And he raises an eyebrow briefly, as if to say don't even pretend to deny this, they both know Charles can't resist the pull of good deeds, Junpei loves him immensely for it but right this second, well—] Stay here with me for a while? I won't even ask what the hell happened with the big snake.
[ as junpei mutters to gab, charles does a sweep of the room, just in case — and he does end up hovering somewhere near the door, so junpei's assumption is... not altogether wrong, really. ]
But I — [ he starts, and then swallows the rest, because the rest is definitely need to go and take care of that snake; richard's got some swords, he's pretty damn sure of that, so maybe he can just borrow one and go cut the snake's head off. he dealt with the bigger one on his own, this one shouldn't be a challenge, either.
but he's also incapable of saying no when junpei asks him for anything, and after a moment, he sighs and sits down, too, right next to him, wrapping his arm around his shoulders and pulling him close. ]
Yeah, alright. I'll stay as long as you want me to. [ or at least as long as he's awake; when the night comes and he's asleep, well. won't matter if he's gone then, will it? ]
[See, he's doing it, he's thinking about it—Junpei continues to give him the same look, knowing and fond despite the circumstances (knowingly throwing oneself into danger, please, he wrote the book on that one). That holds until Charles sits down and Junpei leans against him, putting his head on his shoulder and winding an arm around his waist. There's a touch of intensity in it, because he really doesn't intend to let Charles run off anytime soon.
Surely he can stay awake forever— Eh, they'll get there.]
It'll still be there later. We didn't see anyone else out there, so...
[So that's blatantly an excuse, a hasty balm slapped over the situation, Junpei can selfishly monopolize Charles' time for a handful of hours, at least.]
I know. [ there's an attempt at a smile, there, a kind of reassurance that he's not going to go out there right this second — but whether he's trying to convince junpei or himself that it's all fine for him to remain here, well.
but it's fine, it has to be fine, because junpei is his first priority, always — and this is no different. the entire world could be full of snakes, out there, and he still wouldn't run out on him, not when he's explicitly asked him to stay.
so he sighs again, and turns his head to drop a kiss on junpei's head. ]
You don't need to thank me, love. Nowhere else I'd rather be. [ a pause, and then, softly, ] You matter to me more than anyone or anything else, yeah? So if you want me to stay, I'll stay.
[The snakes can wait, there are other people in this town who can swing a sword or a bat or whatever, but there's only one Charles. Junpei doesn't want to sit in this room with nothing but the dog and his thoughts, and since he's comparatively useless against a big snake (or snakes! who knows how many there are!) he can't go back out there with Charles...
So, this: sinking into Charles with a sense of, hm, dread? Guilt? There are other people in this town but what if they're one short— No, it's stupid to think about it like that.]
I always want you to stay. [And yet, is he going to fall asleep sooner or later, yes...] Just keep me posted if you go out.
[... ....... .....,] The rock baseball thing you did back there was pretty cool.
And I always want to stay, [ he says just as easily — he leans against junpei in turn, and thinks for a moment about the truth in his own words. because really — as much as he's determined to give junpei his space, if it was only up to him, he'd really never leave.
so he just nods; yes, he won't go without letting him know.
and then, with a slight grin, ] Couldn't have done it without your good throwing skills, could I?
I know you do, [Junpei says, and he does, just as much as he knows Charles can't resist rushing in to do all the heroics he's capable of. It's too bad that becoming shut-ins for the rest of time just isn't an option for either of them, honestly, much as Junpei would like that right now.
And ugh, please, he's cute. Junpei scoffs.]
It was a lucky toss.
[He slouches down a few inches more, leaning more heavily into Charles. This is where he will fall asleep and give himself a cool crick in the neck, yes indeed...] But I guess we still make a good team.
[ he rests his head against junpei's, turns it slightly so he can look down at him fondly — and yeah, sure, this can be where he falls asleep, and then charles will gently carry him over to the bed so he can sleep there, properly, possibly with gab settled over his legs. ]
Course we do. [ softly, ] The next time I need someone to throw me projectiles I can hit with my bat, I know who to ask.
[He pantomimes a pitiful little throw, at this angle, but the sentiment is there. Should he really take up ranged rock throwing, for real? The agreement to keep out of danger is getting harder to actually stick to, the way things keep coming right into the city instead of being past its borders, huh...
Well, whatever. He's tired for real; whatever he thinks about the inn right now, the comparative warmth and light and safety cool the panic adrenaline right out of him. He reaches up blindly to find Charles' cheek and give it a fond pat.] Love you. Remember to leave a note.
[Just a helpful reminder, before he lets himself drift off for real.]
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He keeps Gab cradled in one arm as he straightens up again, holding the backpack out to Charles and looking at the inn. The lights are on?
Somehow, it kind of makes him angry. The fucking inn has the lights on and nobody said anything? They ran from a big evil snake and the inn was fine the whole time?]
The fuck... [aaaaAAAAAA—] Okay, whatever. Let's go, maybe my old room is empty.
[Angrily, let's go. It's stupid and illogical to be mad about the inn, he knows this, but it's the easiest target for all of his frustrations right now, so: fuck this building in particular, but fine.]
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relatively, because there's a tightness around his eyes and an undercurrent of anger in his words, but that's fine — he's used to junpei's anger sparking at a variety of different things, some of them more easily explained than others.
so he just nods and says, ] Yeah, [ and then pulls junpei along, hoping that his room is indeed free, that'd be a very dusty silver lining for this whole thing... and maybe their shit luck for the day is finally turning, because his room is empty, and charles lets out an exhale when the door closes behind them, and the light in the room remains on. ]
Right. Guess this is us, then, for however long this thing's going on. [ "this thing" meaning, of course, the darkness and the monsters and whatnot. ]
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(He wants to do that very much, actually, but he can't or he will never sit down.)
So. His old room. Gab is still unsettled, so Junpei takes a moment to mutter to him about how this is totally home away from home, they'll get him some food soon, for sure, while putting the dog down to let him explore the new space. Junpei sits on the floor, because of course he does.]
Hey, [up, to Charles, hi,] Before you go out there and do some big hero thing...
[And he raises an eyebrow briefly, as if to say don't even pretend to deny this, they both know Charles can't resist the pull of good deeds, Junpei loves him immensely for it but right this second, well—] Stay here with me for a while? I won't even ask what the hell happened with the big snake.
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But I — [ he starts, and then swallows the rest, because the rest is definitely need to go and take care of that snake; richard's got some swords, he's pretty damn sure of that, so maybe he can just borrow one and go cut the snake's head off. he dealt with the bigger one on his own, this one shouldn't be a challenge, either.
but he's also incapable of saying no when junpei asks him for anything, and after a moment, he sighs and sits down, too, right next to him, wrapping his arm around his shoulders and pulling him close. ]
Yeah, alright. I'll stay as long as you want me to. [ or at least as long as he's awake; when the night comes and he's asleep, well. won't matter if he's gone then, will it? ]
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Surely he can stay awake forever— Eh, they'll get there.]
It'll still be there later. We didn't see anyone else out there, so...
[So that's blatantly an excuse, a hasty balm slapped over the situation, Junpei can selfishly monopolize Charles' time for a handful of hours, at least.]
Well, thanks. It's just— thanks.
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but it's fine, it has to be fine, because junpei is his first priority, always — and this is no different. the entire world could be full of snakes, out there, and he still wouldn't run out on him, not when he's explicitly asked him to stay.
so he sighs again, and turns his head to drop a kiss on junpei's head. ]
You don't need to thank me, love. Nowhere else I'd rather be. [ a pause, and then, softly, ] You matter to me more than anyone or anything else, yeah? So if you want me to stay, I'll stay.
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So, this: sinking into Charles with a sense of, hm, dread? Guilt? There are other people in this town but what if they're one short— No, it's stupid to think about it like that.]
I always want you to stay. [And yet, is he going to fall asleep sooner or later, yes...] Just keep me posted if you go out.
[... ....... .....,] The rock baseball thing you did back there was pretty cool.
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so he just nods; yes, he won't go without letting him know.
and then, with a slight grin, ] Couldn't have done it without your good throwing skills, could I?
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And ugh, please, he's cute. Junpei scoffs.]
It was a lucky toss.
[He slouches down a few inches more, leaning more heavily into Charles. This is where he will fall asleep and give himself a cool crick in the neck, yes indeed...] But I guess we still make a good team.
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[ he rests his head against junpei's, turns it slightly so he can look down at him fondly — and yeah, sure, this can be where he falls asleep, and then charles will gently carry him over to the bed so he can sleep there, properly, possibly with gab settled over his legs. ]
Course we do. [ softly, ] The next time I need someone to throw me projectiles I can hit with my bat, I know who to ask.
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[He pantomimes a pitiful little throw, at this angle, but the sentiment is there. Should he really take up ranged rock throwing, for real? The agreement to keep out of danger is getting harder to actually stick to, the way things keep coming right into the city instead of being past its borders, huh...
Well, whatever. He's tired for real; whatever he thinks about the inn right now, the comparative warmth and light and safety cool the panic adrenaline right out of him. He reaches up blindly to find Charles' cheek and give it a fond pat.] Love you. Remember to leave a note.
[Just a helpful reminder, before he lets himself drift off for real.]