[It wasn't really her, but then again, it wasn't really his father, either, was it? Junpei frowns around that thought and doesn't voice it, won't stir those waters any more than they've been disturbed already. So he simply listens in silence, rubbing a hand up and down Charles' arm, comforting.

Eventually,] Yeah, well, that doesn't make your dad less of a piece of shit. I should've hit him sooner.

[Or harder; either way. Either way he can't speak to the depths of their... family dynamic, he's not even going to try. The most he can do is be here and listen, with all the patience and compassion he can muster while pointedly tamping down his anger at Mr. Rowland.

...But first,] He's wrong about you. If you're not going to believe it, I'll just believe it, uh, more. Twice as much.