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((Doing post-DoFP Charles because reasons.))

He still had a difficult time sleeping most nights. And it seemed he wasn’t the only one. When he wheeled past Kitty’s room, he could hear the muffled sound of someone crying. Charles stopped immediately. “Kitty?” No response. “Kitty, it’s Charles. May I come in?”

Still nothing.

Charles decided to take the risk that he wouldn’t be barging in on anything uncomfortable and opened the door. Kitty was sitting in the corner, half phased into the floor and shaking. “Kitty…” Charles wheeled forward, reaching out with one hand. He couldn’t touch her, not when she was like this. He’d go right through her. “It’s all right. I’m here.” He reached out to her with his thoughts as well, speaking with his voice and his mind. “Everything is all right. Calm your mind.”

Her trembles stilled somewhat. “I’m here,” Charles repeated. “You’re not alone. It’s all right, see?”

Kitty finally looked up. There were tears on her face, but she had stopped crying. Her form became a bit more substantial. “There, that’s better.” Charles, with a bit of concentration, was able to lower himself from the wheelchair and move closer to her. “Do you want to talk about it?” She shook her head. “Would you like me to stay?” A nod. “All right.”

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