[Charles can't help it. His attention snaps to Merlin at the thought, sending a brush of alarm and concern his way - Who? - even though he can guess, but he knows it's not something Merlin wants to discuss in front of Erik or Alex, so he uses the hand on his shoulder and brush of sudden positivity as a convincing distraction, smiling as he answered Erik's question.]

Thanks to some timely intervention by three people I've come to truly trust, appreciate and respect, yes. Although I think I'm gravely in need of a shower and a change of clothes. [He apparently can be wordy and articulate when drunk and when suffering from the effects of severe bloodloss! Who knew!]

Give me a hand up? [Although, really, he'd probably need to use at least one of them as a human crutch, considering he wasn't entirely sure his legs would support his weight. He wouldn't exactly protest being carried, but he still had a few hang ups surrounding appreciating functional legs, and he'd rather walk to wherever they're going than not. B(]