[What Junpei has learned from this interaction is he still can say literally anything, in any context, and be rewarded for it. He laughs as Charles pulls him in, squeezing into the hug in turn and saying, muffled into Charles' shoulder,] Love you too.

[Then Charles goes and says that equally normal and sane thing to say, and Junpei can't help the immediate fresh blush that that earns. Holy shit? Is he allowed to say that? Holy shit—]

Uh, damn, is that- wait, is that a thing? [is it ghosts only, wait-] Yeah, that's definitely the same as wrapping paper, huh...

[Ha ha, no, Charles is a romantic professional wordsmith and Junpei is a court jester who isn't even that good at jokes, it feels like— not in a bad way, just-! Holy shit, again. Junpei tugs him back in close so that their foreheads press together, voice dropping to something soft and quiet, like a secret here in the privacy of their own bedroom,] It's you and me no matter what, yeah? Nobody else even comes close to you, so...