[Charles didn't say anything, physically biting his lip in an attempt to not let his own thoughts on the subject bleed over, because he'd felt every second of it, too, but he couldn't let him know that, not now. He just watches him, shivering, feeling his face go numb and shakes his head slowly.]

No. I think- [But he didn't think, he knew, didn't he?] Something very bad happened here, Erik, and whatever it was hasn't really left. It's making us see things that we're [He almost chokes on the word, because really, this was something he was afraid of, and he carefully puts a hand on his friend's shoulder again to make sure he's really there.] frightened of. They're not really there.

[He hesitates for a moment before moving to unzip his jacket, pulling it off with numb fingers and throwing it over Erik's shoulders.] Come on, I'm afraid, too. But we're going to get through this, and that can't happen if you freeze to death out here first. [It's somewhere between insistent and pleading, and the snow's already starting to cling to his navy sweater, half melted in his hair.]