His heart broke there for the young man with the truly good heart who had suffered so much at the hands of others. Charles shifted his weight to hold Kurt and brought his arm up so that he could hold Kurt, giving him that place to hide himself away from his nightmares. His other hand gently stroked back some of the dark hair, his voice so very soft. "I know," he murmured quietly, "I know you didn't." His arm around Kurt tightened, his own eyes closing.

"This should have never have happened to you. Never. I will make sure it never happens again." His head leaned against Kurt's, feeling a fierce protectiveness like a hot coal in his chest. This, his mind thought in passing, had to be what being a parent felt like. The thought was pushed aside for now, holding himself in that leaning position to let Kurt find himself again.

Peter seemed to understand he needed to be out of the room and after a moment of concentration, he could feel the young man in what he believed was one of the lounge rooms, probably in front of the TV already. Good. Kurt wouldn't have to worry too much about this moment of pain being seen. Teenage pride was a touchy thing and he didn't need any more done to it.

"...Have you been having these often?" asked quietly, worried that this was an ongoing series of nightmares instead of just one tonight.