Once his mind managed to determine, through a fog of sleep, who was talking to him, Karl jolted awake immediately, and lifted his head to squint at Chris. "Pine? Whoa." He squirmed the right way round and sat up to ascertain that, yes -- brown hair, no tattoos as far as he could see -- it was Chris's body, it was Chris talking. He was back. Karl touched his own hair, and a glance at his left hand confirmed the same for him.

He grinned at Chris, pure relief surging up in him so that he didn't particularly notice or even care that he was once again in an awkward naked situation. "Mr. Pine, I presume."