For Charles, he came out of the nightmare with a gasp, his eyes flashing open and a roaring in his ears as he returned to his own skull. He snapped back into his chair, feeling a hand wrap around his wrist before it could fall into his lap. Then it was gone, and he could hear Kurt's voice in his ears, working past the roaring and leaving him sitting there, panting.

"I'm gonna... go for a run," came the voice from the other side of the room and for once, Charles was grateful for a bit of a more subtle decency out of Peter. He heard the door open and shut, but he didn't look up. Instead, he looked to Kurt with a pain blooming in his chest at this young man's reaction to his nightmares, a sympathy that couldn't be denied. Quickly eyeing the distance, he pulled his chair as close to the bed as it could get and leaned, his hand landing on Kurt's arm and squeezing gently.

"Don't be sorry," he started with, any signs of sleep roughness gone from his voice. "Everyone's fine." Except you, but he wouldn't tell Kurt that. He wanted simply to reassure, for now. "It's okay, Kurt. It's okay." His voice stayed low, trying to be soothing, giving Kurt the grip of his hand to focus on and see that he wasn't being pulled away from.