Sleeping had become a thing of difficulty since his return home from Egypt and what had happened. The nightmares tended to come when he least expected it and left him panicked, sweating, and reliving parts of it that he didn't even want to remember. Hank was the only one who knew how he spent most of his nights - reading, researching into the scientific or politic side of being a mutant, checking on the finances for the school. All things until he could exhaust himself. No wonder he had fallen asleep in the library.
What surprised him that night was the feeling of something wrong in the air. He lifted his head from his work, one hand spread across a bill he needed to speak to the landscaping company about, and he tried to focus on that sensation creeping on the air. It was something he had become far more sensitive to in the time since Jean had become a part of their school, given how dangerous her nightmares had the potential to be, but while similar, didn't 'taste' of her.
With some effort, he shifted himself over into his wheelchair, still in his pajamas, and started up towards the student rooms. Barefoot and in a thin teeshirt, he didn't think too much of it as he narrowed down the feeling towards the boys' side, then to his surprise, Kurt. His brows shot up as he knocked on the door, and in a split second it was opened by a very sleepy looking Peter.
"...kinda late isn't it, teach?" Peter asked, cracking a yawn. Definitely had been asleep at the knock.
"I think your roommate is having a nightmare," Charles calmly explained, making the speedster look over his shoulder towards the thrashing Kurt. Charles caught that blink of surprise.
"Uh, yeah. Should I wake him up?" Before Charles could even respond, Peter was at Kurt's side. Charles just managed a 'wait!' before Peter's hand touched Kurt, catching Peter before possibly he ended up getting a very startled Kurt to react. He gestured for Peter to go over to his own bed and came into the room, wheeling himself beside Kurt.
"Kurt?" Trying quietly, not wanting to pull the young man out of his sleep any more violently than the dream felt even from a distance.
Re: Kurt and Charles
Sleeping had become a thing of difficulty since his return home from Egypt and what had happened. The nightmares tended to come when he least expected it and left him panicked, sweating, and reliving parts of it that he didn't even want to remember. Hank was the only one who knew how he spent most of his nights - reading, researching into the scientific or politic side of being a mutant, checking on the finances for the school. All things until he could exhaust himself. No wonder he had fallen asleep in the library.
What surprised him that night was the feeling of something wrong in the air. He lifted his head from his work, one hand spread across a bill he needed to speak to the landscaping company about, and he tried to focus on that sensation creeping on the air. It was something he had become far more sensitive to in the time since Jean had become a part of their school, given how dangerous her nightmares had the potential to be, but while similar, didn't 'taste' of her.
With some effort, he shifted himself over into his wheelchair, still in his pajamas, and started up towards the student rooms. Barefoot and in a thin teeshirt, he didn't think too much of it as he narrowed down the feeling towards the boys' side, then to his surprise, Kurt. His brows shot up as he knocked on the door, and in a split second it was opened by a very sleepy looking Peter.
"...kinda late isn't it, teach?" Peter asked, cracking a yawn. Definitely had been asleep at the knock.
"I think your roommate is having a nightmare," Charles calmly explained, making the speedster look over his shoulder towards the thrashing Kurt. Charles caught that blink of surprise.
"Uh, yeah. Should I wake him up?" Before Charles could even respond, Peter was at Kurt's side. Charles just managed a 'wait!' before Peter's hand touched Kurt, catching Peter before possibly he ended up getting a very startled Kurt to react. He gestured for Peter to go over to his own bed and came into the room, wheeling himself beside Kurt.
"Kurt?" Trying quietly, not wanting to pull the young man out of his sleep any more violently than the dream felt even from a distance.