[ oh, that's nice — more than nice, in fact, the unmistakable sense of rightness that he feels whenever junpei is close to him. charles relaxes a tad as he wraps his arm around junpei and lets his outer coat disappear; he can't get cold, after all, and his bomber jacket is much softer for junpei to lay his head on, as opposed to the many pins on his coat. ]

Well, yeah!

[ there's totally such a thing as spoiling the music, don't at him... the posters, though? ] Sort of. Didn't have too much wall space, my room wasn't too big and the sports trophies took up quite a bit, but I tried my best.

[ the response is vague on purpose — it hadn't been once or twice that his dad had ripped all of the posters off the walls and they'd been unsalvageable and he'd had to start over, but that's not something he wants to talk about, not now, quite possibly not at all. before, he'd have simply said it as an aside, not assigned much meaning to it at all — it'd just been the way it had been! but he knows it'd upset junpei and that is so far from what he wants to do, here, so... a vague answer it is. complete with changing the topic, though he's genuinely curious, ]

Did you collect anything as a kid? Like, coins, or plastic dinosaurs, or something? You know, before starting on your sneakers collection.