[Oh, and that's nice, and Junpei wouldn't mind staying just like this for a while yet. Charles' fingers in his hair make it much easier to think this is just a normal day, without all of the tension of people yelling at each other online, without the big decisions to be made, just a normal day for a normal—normal pair of platonic friends.

Sure.

He'll get there. Charles' decision to go off to the terminals both doesn't surprise him at all and makes his heart sink, just a bit. He doesn't say anything for a moment, letting it sink in, then,]

That figures. I mean, yeah, of course you would. [Even after the way people treated him on the network, of course he's going to help—] You're too good, you know.

[Far too good, so is it any wonder Junpei has gotten so attached? He isn't going fucking anywhere; he's tired of making big decisions and having to decide the fate of the world, so he's going to sit right here and hold onto Gab and... just sit here, he supposes. But Charles is good and dedicated and loyal, and Junpei couldn't possibly begrudge him for helping, no matter how many people have written him off as not "counting" by virtue of being a ghost.

But he's still not starting slapfights online, so. Mmph.]

Just, uh, before you go, come say bye, okay? [He's going to worry, but he'd like to worry with as much information as possible, if he can-] How long do you think it'll take?