[More uncertainty, then, in the number of days; Junpei supposes he'll resign himself to a couple days of sulking about it, and sitting on his hands every time he wants to text Charles and see if he's alright out there. Much as he's strongly not getting involved, he doesn't want to jeopardize whatever's going to happen out there by being needy in people's texts.
So it'll be fine. Probably. He'll have stress-named every cabinet in the house by the time Charles is done out there, most likely, and Gab will absolutely be sick of him. It'll be fine. He hopes it will, anyway, in a fresh wave of both fondness and dread as Charles runs fingers through his hair once more. It's that small motion of all things that makes the bottom drop out of his stomach for fear of losing it.
Could they stay like this? He wants nothing more, the shape of it wrapping around his heart and clawing at the back of his throat, a prickling tightness, and maybe he should say something about what he feels— Maybe this is the last chance, or maybe it isn't, or maybe saying something right now would be a complication when Charles has already committed to going off and doing his heroics, or...
Well. It's too much to think about. He makes a soft noise and shifts slightly, to wiggle an arm around Charles' back and reach for Gab with the other, to give him a little scritch while the dog snuffles in his sleep.]
this 🎀 is the gayest yet
So it'll be fine. Probably. He'll have stress-named every cabinet in the house by the time Charles is done out there, most likely, and Gab will absolutely be sick of him. It'll be fine. He hopes it will, anyway, in a fresh wave of both fondness and dread as Charles runs fingers through his hair once more. It's that small motion of all things that makes the bottom drop out of his stomach for fear of losing it.
Could they stay like this? He wants nothing more, the shape of it wrapping around his heart and clawing at the back of his throat, a prickling tightness, and maybe he should say something about what he feels— Maybe this is the last chance, or maybe it isn't, or maybe saying something right now would be a complication when Charles has already committed to going off and doing his heroics, or...
Well. It's too much to think about. He makes a soft noise and shifts slightly, to wiggle an arm around Charles' back and reach for Gab with the other, to give him a little scritch while the dog snuffles in his sleep.]
Yeah. Nowhere else I'd rather be.