Yeah, Robin is peeling his ghosty friend out of their layers, and they don't even really have pants on underneath there. As soon as Phalanx's bare legs are free, they start protectively curling up again while the rest of the creature catches up. Managing to halfway prop themselves up, they hook their arms on the couch like its a floating piece of flotsam.

"A bad dream?" Phalanx frowns, though it could be in reaction to any part of this, really.