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[ he can, indeed, look at rain — but that's secondary to everything else here, to the way junpei feels in his arms, the way charles imagines the warmth of those hands against his face; he lets out a quiet sigh, takes one moment to simply look at junpei, like he's something infinitely precious and good and lovely. ]

... Yeah, [ he says, quiet words falling in the space between them. and it's definitely going to be more of this — but nothing to say they can't play music, too. maybe they'll have to listen to it all again later, to focus on it properly instead of getting lost in each other, but that's just fine. ]

Yeah, I'd like that. [ a pause. ] Blinds and all. [ because there have been times already when he's sort of wished they could just forget about the world; maybe this time they really can, ignore everything that isn't them like nothing else really matters. ]