When Charles began to pull away, the teleporter took the hint and slackened his grip, slowly withdrawing to sit back on his bed once more. He brought his hands up to scrub over his face, pushing his bi-colored bangs onto the top of his head, opening his eyes as wide as they could go then shutting them for the moment. If they tried tonight, it would offer him the possibility of falling asleep easier, assuming they'd accomplish what they set out to do, but he could hear the faint sound of Charles yawning and that made him pause to rethink his answer.

He rocked somewhat in his spot, shifting so he could sit with his legs crossed, hands splayed across his thighs. "Together," Kurt repeated, the edges of his lips lifting in the slightest smile. "As thrilled as I would be to try and do it as soon as possible, perhaps we should wait until you have gotten some sleep yourself? I would not want to interrupt your schedule, Professor."