[Oh, he can assume, sure, that's totally the same thing. Junpei doesn't say anything immediately, still giving him that same look, wry and fond at the same time, waiting... He doesn't know how to put this thing into words, not really, everything he can come up with sounds - like a lot, if not too embarrassing to say out loud. Still, he can't be the only one with... shirtless-type opinions.

Or whatever you'd call them. It feels like Charles is about to get there on his own, and—nope, there it goes, falling apart at the end. Sure, "I want whatever you want" is romantic, but that's feature-film-romantic, not daily-life-in-a-relationship-romantic. There's nuance.]

I... want you to tell me that stuff. Yeah. The shirt stuff, not the other stuff. Not that the other stuff isn't good, but uh, you know.

[Does he know. It seems like maybe he doesn't know. Junpei shakes his head, reaches back with one hand to run his fingers into Charles' hair.]

Don't worry about being pushy? The stuff you want matters to me.