[Will all of his friends agree? Remains to be seen! Junpei can name the people who think he's cool on one hand, he thinks, and if there are more people they should probably tell him already—
But that's still nothing more than a silly distraction from the looming dread of whatever's going to happen to this place pretty soon. Not that he doesn't appreciate the declaration, and somehow he believes it, that Charles would find a way to fight the universe to get back to him. There's a part of him that wants to be a pessimist despite himself, that wants to nip this whole conversation in the bud and get real before he starts getting really attached to the idea, but, well...
Well, it's too late for that, if he's being honest. He wants it too much to pretend otherwise, no matter how much his inner pessimist rolls his eyes. That and he's pretty sure that was Charles kissing his head a second ago, but was it actually? He's already too deep in this whole fight-the-universe fantasy, so is he just imagining things, oh no, it's been several seconds, he can't just ask, ah—
He drops the phone, which is to say, he puts the phone down on his lap and ignores where it goes after that while he sinks further sideways into Charles with a sigh, head turning to press into his shoulder. Kiss or no kiss, this is - not many people have cared about him this much; what else can he do but get overwhelmed and curl up like an emotional pillbug? Give him a second.]
You're too much. [....muffled,] Even if most people here would flip out about being here that long... I wouldn't mind years.
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[Will all of his friends agree? Remains to be seen! Junpei can name the people who think he's cool on one hand, he thinks, and if there are more people they should probably tell him already—
But that's still nothing more than a silly distraction from the looming dread of whatever's going to happen to this place pretty soon. Not that he doesn't appreciate the declaration, and somehow he believes it, that Charles would find a way to fight the universe to get back to him. There's a part of him that wants to be a pessimist despite himself, that wants to nip this whole conversation in the bud and get real before he starts getting really attached to the idea, but, well...
Well, it's too late for that, if he's being honest. He wants it too much to pretend otherwise, no matter how much his inner pessimist rolls his eyes. That and he's pretty sure that was Charles kissing his head a second ago, but was it actually? He's already too deep in this whole fight-the-universe fantasy, so is he just imagining things, oh no, it's been several seconds, he can't just ask, ah—
He drops the phone, which is to say, he puts the phone down on his lap and ignores where it goes after that while he sinks further sideways into Charles with a sigh, head turning to press into his shoulder. Kiss or no kiss, this is - not many people have cared about him this much; what else can he do but get overwhelmed and curl up like an emotional pillbug? Give him a second.]
You're too much. [....muffled,] Even if most people here would flip out about being here that long... I wouldn't mind years.
[And nobody has to go to hell! Perfect.]