"I know." He replied to the first, "It was a reminder to myself as well." He could keep the map in his head, he often did in fact, he'd honed that sense of direction in hell, but sometimes, when he'd mirrored in somewhere he needed to remind himself of the physical location in relation to the starting point, or end point, in this case.

He nodded at the actual question, returning that gentle squeeze, loath to let go of Charles' hand, and thankful that Charles seemed to be of the same opinion.

He did have to stop to catch his breath twice along the way, both times trying to remind himself to move more slowly afterward, which he managed for a time, but ended up resuming his usual quicker walking pace before long. Upon arrival at the office, all he had to say was: "Not looking forward to the stairs." Before actually managing to slow himself down instead of taking them at his usual speed. He was wheezing faintly again by the time they were actually in the office proper, lowering himself gingerly to the sofa, canted forward, elbows resting on his knees, as if the angle might help regain his breath more easily.