Caleb is an expert in taking the path of least resistance, which is what he would call choosing to like ...leave the room, rather than do an exorcism or whatever would be necessary in this case. He shrugs again, a gesture apparently meant to convey his utter nonchalance at the prospect of performing feats of either acrobatic majesty or ectoplasmic transit, but - Freddy knows him well enough, it's still just something that has to be done. Like cleaning a toilet, or carving unpleasant symbols into your own flesh for class!
"Yeah." Because ...passing through the malingering spirits of sadness and pain is just to be avoided, he swings his long legs over Freddy's bed, narrowly clipping the outer cloud of cold and swirling unrest and not bothering to suppress the blocky shudder that bricks up his shoulders. "Shit, I really coulda done without that. No offense," he lobs to whatever presence is currently sharing the room, just in case.
...right, he's just. He'll meet Freddy in the hall, shall he? After accomplishing what he awoke for in the first place.