I'll watch any movie you want me to watch, [ comes his response, entirely sincerely, because there's very few things in the world he wouldn't do if junpei asked him to.
but as much as charles is staring at junpei, the opposite doesn't seem to be true — try as he might, he can't catch junpei's eyes, though there doesn't seem to be a reason for him to think it's because of anything bad. perhaps before, he'd have spiraled very quickly, assuming it's because junpei's regretting his decision to come here, or something like that... but not anymore.
so instead of answering the question, he ducks down a little, lifts his hands so they rest on the sides of junpei's neck, moving his thumb so he can push at junpei's chin a little, try and lift it up. ]
Hey. Course you can, but... look at me, yeah?
[ he wonders, again, what it must have been like, for junpei — to wake up back in nevada, to deal with all the craziness he'd told him about, to leave it all behind on nothing but hope that charles remembered, too, and that he was still here, after five years. after all, his afterlife isn't an easy thing, his job is full of danger, and even without the whole memory thing... there'd have been no guarantees they wouldn't have taken a case too much for them in the years since he'd returned.
he'd at least had the reassurance that junpei existed, that if the five-year mark had passed, he could have gone looking for him with just a step through a mirror. ]
It's not just me who needs to know this is real, is it? But it is. You're really here. And I'm really here. And just — you being here right now's the best thing to have happened in the past fifty years.
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but as much as charles is staring at junpei, the opposite doesn't seem to be true — try as he might, he can't catch junpei's eyes, though there doesn't seem to be a reason for him to think it's because of anything bad. perhaps before, he'd have spiraled very quickly, assuming it's because junpei's regretting his decision to come here, or something like that... but not anymore.
so instead of answering the question, he ducks down a little, lifts his hands so they rest on the sides of junpei's neck, moving his thumb so he can push at junpei's chin a little, try and lift it up. ]
Hey. Course you can, but... look at me, yeah?
[ he wonders, again, what it must have been like, for junpei — to wake up back in nevada, to deal with all the craziness he'd told him about, to leave it all behind on nothing but hope that charles remembered, too, and that he was still here, after five years. after all, his afterlife isn't an easy thing, his job is full of danger, and even without the whole memory thing... there'd have been no guarantees they wouldn't have taken a case too much for them in the years since he'd returned.
he'd at least had the reassurance that junpei existed, that if the five-year mark had passed, he could have gone looking for him with just a step through a mirror. ]
It's not just me who needs to know this is real, is it? But it is. You're really here. And I'm really here. And just — you being here right now's the best thing to have happened in the past fifty years.