Left alone, Charles uses what Erik's left him to give himself an awkward wash, craving an actual bath. He pays the most attention to his arms, face and torso, unnerved beyond words by the way he doesn't feel a thing when he passes the washcloth over his legs. It's like he's washing somebody else, and he can barely stand it.

When the water goes cold in the bowl, Charles stops, putting the cloth back in the bowl and returning the blanket to his lap. Only then does he press two fingers to his temple, mind seeking out Erik's to let him know he's clean.