Skills are learned. It takes time. I'm not saying it's easy, but situations like this is precisely when you learn to be a survivor.

[ When you truly have to, when there is no other choice. That Charles will have more difficulty and run into more setbacks is expected, if nothing else then due to his physical impediment, but Erik still believes he'll find a way to adapt, in his own way.

And it's a terrible thought to have, but things could be so much worse than this, truthfully.

He looks down when Charles reaches for his shirt, but says nothing. There would be an easier way to keep contact, but Charles is right. Too personal. ]

At least some water and non-perishable food. Basic hygiene supplies, I generally do alright with just soap— a flashlight, or some candles, both wouldn't be a bad idea here. I still need to put together a first aid kit, too. At least one other change of clothes.

[ He doesn't have a lot of funds, so he still hasn't stocked up on all of these, but it's the plan eventually. ]

I can move your chair, if you're alright with that.