He arched a brow up at her, managing something close to his usual incredulity, "Are you honestly suggesting that I find a psychiatrist?" He shook his head a moment later, not letting her answer, "No, I'll be alright." And he would, he just had to keep having seen Charles to himself until he figured out what was going on. Because he refused to believe that the man was simply a figment of his imagination, despite how likely it was starting to seem.