Flaxen hues met brilliant azure and Kurt's chest constricted at the sudden grip of his senses. His breath hitched, pupils dilating at the almost painful intrusion, the outstretched hand involuntarily clenching around the book. He was frozen in place, unable to even think clearly, let alone send a message to his brain to move away; it was a whole new feeling altogether - this strange effort to keep him out, even though there was no way he could have gotten in, unless allowed to do so.

And just as quickly as it had come, the pressure was gone, leaving his mind reeling in response. Sharp claws loosened on the bound pages and the item toppled to the floor as the demon-eyed male inhaled sharply, took a step back and reached to clutch the sides of his head. He hunched forward, doing his best to breathe slowly, deeply, in an attempt to regain the equilibrium he had lost for a moment.

The calling of his name and the concern in Charles' voice allowed him to drift back into reality, both hands lowering to his sides, though he didn't dare try to move for fear of ending up on the floor. "I-I'm fine," he stammered, blinking rapidly in an attempt to clear the haze and focus his attention on the telepath. "You ... cried out in your sleep."