The touch at the side of his head earned a jerk in response, his face creasing with pain, as if it hurt for Charles to do that. Within the dream, he continued struggling in the enclosed space, twisting his torso this way and that, forcing the entirety of his strength against the doors, but to no avail. Kurt dropped his hands to his sides and slumped back, breathing heavily at the over-exertion; he wanted to cry for help, beg for someone to come and-- No! He was an X-Man now - he needed to be brave, he needed to--
His name again, louder this time, urging him to lift his attention back to the doors. Charles. It was Charles.
He drew his arms up again, slammed both of his palms into the doors with all his might, forced them to push open--
And woke suddenly in his bed, golden eyes snapping open in complete shock, mouth agape in the same manner. The hand that had been grasping for nothing reached and took hold of Charles' wrist, a little more firmly than he'd intended, but nothing too painful. His head whipped between his teacher and his roommate, features practically disintegrating into sorrow, "I ... I'm sorry," he whispered, releasing his hold on Charles' arm and withdrawing into himself. Then, again: "I'm sorry!"
Re: Kurt and Charles
His name again, louder this time, urging him to lift his attention back to the doors. Charles. It was Charles.
He drew his arms up again, slammed both of his palms into the doors with all his might, forced them to push open--
And woke suddenly in his bed, golden eyes snapping open in complete shock, mouth agape in the same manner. The hand that had been grasping for nothing reached and took hold of Charles' wrist, a little more firmly than he'd intended, but nothing too painful. His head whipped between his teacher and his roommate, features practically disintegrating into sorrow, "I ... I'm sorry," he whispered, releasing his hold on Charles' arm and withdrawing into himself. Then, again: "I'm sorry!"