Charles, [Junpei says, not quite warning, but with the verbal equivalent of a nudge that he's doing that thing they talked about again. Their mutual "it's not a big deal" problem.
Then Charles turns, and it takes Junpei a moment to actually comprehend what it is he's seeing— the scars themselves and then, worse, what they mean. And first he's angry, so angry, he wants the city to freak out and summon up the data ghost of Charles' father again so he can punch him in the face a few more times—
But that goes out of him just as quickly, replaced by the well of sympathy for Charles and what he's been through, what he's done just to get here, sitting on the bed like this. Junpei says,] Hey, incoming.
[Just fair warning while Charles isn't looking at him, before he slides his arms around Charles' waist and tugs him back closer, angling himself to put his chin on Charles' shoulder. Hey.]
I really hate that guy. Do you want to talk about it?
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Then Charles turns, and it takes Junpei a moment to actually comprehend what it is he's seeing— the scars themselves and then, worse, what they mean. And first he's angry, so angry, he wants the city to freak out and summon up the data ghost of Charles' father again so he can punch him in the face a few more times—
But that goes out of him just as quickly, replaced by the well of sympathy for Charles and what he's been through, what he's done just to get here, sitting on the bed like this. Junpei says,] Hey, incoming.
[Just fair warning while Charles isn't looking at him, before he slides his arms around Charles' waist and tugs him back closer, angling himself to put his chin on Charles' shoulder. Hey.]
I really hate that guy. Do you want to talk about it?