[That gets a brief gawp as Charles processes the information, brows lofting as no... that sounds right. That all sounds familiar. The next smile turned the Cat's way is brilliant, the ghost feeling delight at the idea of being able to do something even half as heroic, half as good as what that suggested.

And he could feel it was so desperately important for him to be that kind of person.]

Here I was thinkin' like... finding lost family or knicked stuff. You're talking full on heroics!

[The teasing just has him rolling his eyes, smile turning to a wry smirk as he slings an arm casually over the Cat's shoulders, half-hanging by that grasp in a friendly sort of way.] Sure right, make fun of the amnesiac teenager, I see how it is.

[Maybe the jealous niggle was just that they were competitive in some way. So far the interaction, while odd, seemed fine. But a thought did occur that had him settling somewhat, head tilting in thought.]

But if I was at the office... and I came here, then how come no one else followed, yeah? Seems odd, don't it?