"Right, yeah," Charles nodded swallowing. His body was already half-ready for anything at that point and he gave up controlling it. Partly because it all felt different than in his spectral body. The heat of Edwin was still lingering on his palm, under his fingertips and he stuttered a barely there breath as he turned to get his own washing done. "But if you need help, I'm here. I can... continue if you want."

Though he winced because how did that sound? Did it sound as weird as he thought, or was it just his imagination?