[ to the first part of it, charles gives a wet chuckle. ] Not going to argue with either of those things, am I?
[ because, yeah, he knows his dad's an asshole. and though he wouldn't have expected junpei to step in at all, in any way... well. he can't exactly say his dad didn't deserve it, or wouldn't have deserved it even earlier.
the second part, though? again, he feels strangely helpless in the face of it all, managing only a tremulous smile at first. it is with a fortifying breath that he says, infusing some levity into his tone despite it all, ] Stop being sweet, I'm trying to feel sorry for myself, here.
[ and though he phrases it like it's not entirely serious it, is — because how is he supposed to feel anything but real damn grateful that even if he can't quite believe that he's not exactly just as useless as his dad said, it doesn't matter; if junpei believes it, then maybe, just maybe, he's right. maybe, just maybe, charles can believe in him even if he can't believe in himself. and so he says, quiet and sincere, ] ... Thanks.
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[ because, yeah, he knows his dad's an asshole. and though he wouldn't have expected junpei to step in at all, in any way... well. he can't exactly say his dad didn't deserve it, or wouldn't have deserved it even earlier.
the second part, though? again, he feels strangely helpless in the face of it all, managing only a tremulous smile at first. it is with a fortifying breath that he says, infusing some levity into his tone despite it all, ] Stop being sweet, I'm trying to feel sorry for myself, here.
[ and though he phrases it like it's not entirely serious it, is — because how is he supposed to feel anything but real damn grateful that even if he can't quite believe that he's not exactly just as useless as his dad said, it doesn't matter; if junpei believes it, then maybe, just maybe, he's right. maybe, just maybe, charles can believe in him even if he can't believe in himself. and so he says, quiet and sincere, ] ... Thanks.