(There's, uh - there's no delicate way to say this, but - there's bits of frozen brain stuck to Charlie's robe like dried Weetabix. Whether the bits are necessarily identifiable as such is its own question, but, well, there it is.)
Up Charlie goes in John's arms, as if for an encore. The only thing he can think to say is also the stupidest thing, and it's "We gotta stop meeting like this, kid," pleased and relieved and baffled.
He can't get much closer to explaining John's presence than 'projection but... different???', nor can he figure out why Arthur's trying to look at him. He does feel a whole lot warmer, though, and he has a feeling that'll make things easier to figure out soon enough.
...In fact, as his body goes 'oh shit! heat!' and all his blood makes a jump for the surface, he feels a whole uncomfortable fuck of a lot warmer. Arthur's hat is the last straw, so as soon as Arthur pulls it onto his head he pulls it back off again, sorry Arthur. He's about to spontaneously combust over here. "Who-o-oa. Slow down."
Re: arrival
Up Charlie goes in John's arms, as if for an encore. The only thing he can think to say is also the stupidest thing, and it's "We gotta stop meeting like this, kid," pleased and relieved and baffled.
He can't get much closer to explaining John's presence than 'projection but... different???', nor can he figure out why Arthur's trying to look at him. He does feel a whole lot warmer, though, and he has a feeling that'll make things easier to figure out soon enough.
...In fact, as his body goes 'oh shit! heat!' and all his blood makes a jump for the surface, he feels a whole uncomfortable fuck of a lot warmer. Arthur's hat is the last straw, so as soon as Arthur pulls it onto his head he pulls it back off again, sorry Arthur. He's about to spontaneously combust over here. "Who-o-oa. Slow down."