Love, it's London, [ charles says with a wry smile, ] It's rain or fog, 80% of the time.
[ what is this sun you speak of... anyway! he laughs at the diy curtains, because of course he does... before junpei's words that follow make his amused expression soften into something almost abashed, something like wonder in his eyes — like he can't quite believe it, that him alone would ever be... enough. that junpei really wouldn't need anything else.
it seems for a moment that he's going to say something — but all the words get caught inside his throat, and in the end, he quite simply tightens his hand around junpei's waist, pulls him closer to him all the while moving his hand to support his head at the same time as charles turns more sideways, to be able to truly pull him into a kiss. ]
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[ what is this sun you speak of... anyway! he laughs at the diy curtains, because of course he does... before junpei's words that follow make his amused expression soften into something almost abashed, something like wonder in his eyes — like he can't quite believe it, that him alone would ever be... enough. that junpei really wouldn't need anything else.
it seems for a moment that he's going to say something — but all the words get caught inside his throat, and in the end, he quite simply tightens his hand around junpei's waist, pulls him closer to him all the while moving his hand to support his head at the same time as charles turns more sideways, to be able to truly pull him into a kiss. ]