[But boy that tiny smile is wiped off his face in like 5 seconds flat after Junpei starts reading THANKS HE HATES ALL OF THAT!! Like wow he'd just managed to kind of climb back onto his wobbly feet after the initial impact of learning of Beck and Chuuya's deaths only to be knocked right the fuck back over by this letter.
It's hard to tell what he's feeling by expression alone - there's definitely something there, but it's difficult to parse. Maybe because he himself isn't entirely sure what to feel, hearing things laid out like that. It's not like he's ever been particularly good at, y'know. Feeling feelings. It's fine! Junpei knows how it is.
When he takes the letter back, it's with careful, gentle hands, like he's handling Chuuya's body all over again.]
...Thank you.
[To Junpei, for reading it. To Chuuya, maybe, for writing it - for bothering to think so charitably of him in the first place. For letting him have someone to belong to, short as the time was.]
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[But boy that tiny smile is wiped off his face in like 5 seconds flat after Junpei starts reading THANKS HE HATES ALL OF THAT!! Like wow he'd just managed to kind of climb back onto his wobbly feet after the initial impact of learning of Beck and Chuuya's deaths only to be knocked right the fuck back over by this letter.
It's hard to tell what he's feeling by expression alone - there's definitely something there, but it's difficult to parse. Maybe because he himself isn't entirely sure what to feel, hearing things laid out like that. It's not like he's ever been particularly good at, y'know. Feeling feelings. It's fine! Junpei knows how it is.
When he takes the letter back, it's with careful, gentle hands, like he's handling Chuuya's body all over again.]
...Thank you.
[To Junpei, for reading it. To Chuuya, maybe, for writing it - for bothering to think so charitably of him in the first place. For letting him have someone to belong to, short as the time was.]