[Charles is in a similar state by the time Erik's out of the shower, although he's lying down on the couch with his slanket wrapped around him like... well, a blanket, or perhaps more accurately a cocoon, and was more dozing than anything else when Erik get out. He scrubs a hand over his face and peers up at Erik, brow furrowed like he needs to actually puzzle through what his friend said word by word to make sure he understood him properly.]

You could just sleep here if you want, I'm certainly not planning on getting up any time soon. And I don't need to be left alone for two, I'm fine, honestly. Just a bit tired. [But still plenty wordy.]