[It's going slightly better than it was during the past year, actually, but hey, there's another bit of stuff to put on the pile that shalt not be talked about. Not talking about not talking about it; they're doing a fantastic job, the both of them.
Or: it's really and truly awful that they understand each other in this instance, but part of Junpei remains glad that they've at least managed to find each other. The hand in his feels like a ballast of sorts, freely offered, and somehow Charles is even glad to know.
Thinking about it like that, Junpei says,] Well, you gave some of your stuff to me.
[A beat, and he shuts his eyes like, hang on,] Not like— I'm not complaining. I mean you don't have to... carry it all, you know? I've got some of it now and I'll carry it for you. And you've got some of my stuff, so...
[Well, he's not just going to say haha no take backsies, carry it! It's the mutual exchange of stuff, or whatever, listen—he's not rehearsed this or anything. He opens only one eye, to see how well this is going. Ahem.]
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Or: it's really and truly awful that they understand each other in this instance, but part of Junpei remains glad that they've at least managed to find each other. The hand in his feels like a ballast of sorts, freely offered, and somehow Charles is even glad to know.
Thinking about it like that, Junpei says,] Well, you gave some of your stuff to me.
[A beat, and he shuts his eyes like, hang on,] Not like— I'm not complaining. I mean you don't have to... carry it all, you know? I've got some of it now and I'll carry it for you. And you've got some of my stuff, so...
[Well, he's not just going to say haha no take backsies, carry it! It's the mutual exchange of stuff, or whatever, listen—he's not rehearsed this or anything. He opens only one eye, to see how well this is going. Ahem.]
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