[Ah, and Junpei is ready to... not argue, but maybe to insist if he has to; this is absolutely just for Charles, he doesn't owe anything, it's nothing like a transaction - and then Charles doesn't push the idea of owing him at all, which kind of pulls the rug out from under him a bit. For a moment he's about to be the one insisting otherwise - he's just some guy, the sheer depth of gratitude behind those words is undeserved-
But then he'd be a hypocrite, probably, or something like that. However he can be a hypocrite for doing the thing Charles didn't do, whatever. He looks down at his plate and pushes some pasta around, feeling almost... shy? Which is ridiculous, because it's Charles—]
Uh, thanks. Anytime. I mean— actually, anytime. Anything you need.
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But then he'd be a hypocrite, probably, or something like that. However he can be a hypocrite for doing the thing Charles didn't do, whatever. He looks down at his plate and pushes some pasta around, feeling almost... shy? Which is ridiculous, because it's Charles—]
Uh, thanks. Anytime. I mean— actually, anytime. Anything you need.
[From punching to pasta, he'll figure it out.]