A cassette? Alright, old man. [Records are retro, cassettes are for old people, the logic holds— but this is just a bit while Charles squeezes him in close, and Junpei slides his arms around him to squeeze back just as tightly. If Charles starts getting teary on him it's going to immediately make him get teary, too, so— well, he's not saying anything about anybody's maybe-possibly shaky hands, but he's not not paying attention.

The kiss is a good sign, and Junpei reaches up to tug Charles' jacket collar and bring him back down for a second one. He's happy if Charles is happy, and if he's the best at anything it's being head over heels for him, so-]

Hmm, maybe. Only 'cause of you. [As always, Charles makes everything better; Charles makes him want to be better, to wallow less, to believe in people more... So he deserves a dang record player on his replacement birthday, at the very least. Junpei hums and leans back to flop down onto the blanket, gesturing at the record player and pile of records from down there.]

Can't play any of those out here, [oops, great planning by Junpei,] but... pick one and come down here and tell me about it?