"I don't have a good answer, yet. Yes and no," Charles said. He approached him, his eyes scanning over this Charles in front of him. He watched the small movements of his body, not moving into his mind. Not yet. Not without permission. If this other was a telepath, Charles kept his guard up securely. He would know if the other decided to take a walk in his mind.

The way he carried himself, though, was different from himself. He didn't move, though, afraid to somehow cross a line into territory that was not his own. There was uneasiness in his body, and Charles didn't want to upset -- himself. This himself.

"I think we might be different. A bit different, actually." He was interested, ever the scientist and researcher, in how they both existed.