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[Oh, no curtains, okay—oh and he's still explaining it, Charles, honey... Junpei decides not to make a quip about how he'd totally like an abandoned building, huh?—"supposed to" is doing a lot of heavy lifting there, he has to assume.]

I mean, you can still see, like... the sun.

[Does the sun shining directly in one's face not bother a ghost, he would fail step one of that test—

Whatever! He shrugs, waving his hand like it's nothing, because it is nothing, it's a bit about the drapes.]

I'll get you one of those cardboard three-fold things. Bam, instant "totally abandoned building" curtains. DIY curtains, if you're feeling clever.

[Ha. Anyway,] But it doesn't really matter. I told you: if you're there, I'm good.

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. ]

You can look at rain.

[Why sit in a windowless room and be miserable, damn!! There are few nice things about Junpei's apartment back home, but being able to look out a window sometimes is pretty high up there. Get curtains, dang.

But oh, okay, something is definitely happening that takes Junpei a second to catch up with - he's still thinking about looking at rain - although it's simple enough to lean into the kiss. He gets it, when he actually catches up and thinks about it, and it's incredible sometimes to think that in this, of all things, they are... the same? Charles is wonderful and perfect, obviously, it's insane to think that he wouldn't be enough - more than enough! - whereas it's a wonder a weird little freak like Junpei gets to have something like this at all.

Of course, Charles doesn't like it when he says that kind of thing, so Junpei simply leans into him, wiggling his hands up to cup Charles' face and keep them locked in close like this after the kiss ends.]

Do you want to go home and listen to records? [he says, quietly, like listening to records at home is code for going home and doing more of this. And also listening to records.] We can close all the blinds and pretend it's raining.

[ha ha.]

[ 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. ]

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