Charlie had dozed off a bit when Meyer left the room, but he stumbles back into consciousness when he feels the towel against his neck. He reaches a hand out blindly, grabbing the air until his hand closes around Meyer's wrist. He's very far from burning the sheets now. In fact, his skin's the coolest it's been since this damn thing started. Cooler than normal, even.

"Hey. You feel warm," he mumbles again, directly into the pillow this time.