[Points for worst thing ever, Junpei thinks, almost as soon as Charles' smile gets like that. He just keeps washing this same plate, waiting for Charles to work out what he wants to do; they promised, and he knows that has to be a big part of Charles fumbling through his half-started excuse there, so—he can wait. Charles has always waited for him.

And oh, if this were not one of those terrible things, Charles giving Junpei's own line back to him would be kind of funny. He scoffs and sticks one hand under the faucet to rinse off the soap, then reaches over to cup Charles' cheek... wetly. Wetly is fine.]

Yeah, probably, [he says, because it's true, and shrugs, because that doesn't matter to him as much as his promise to Charles.] Not really worried about it.

[He's been upset before and he can be again, if needs must—! He pulls his hand away and holds out the plate.]

We've got silverware and utensils left, so... think about it? You've got a whole couple minutes.