It only occurred to him when Charles pressed that kiss to his brow that he could feel it, just as solidly as he was feeling everything else at the moment, which meant that Charles was in the same predicament, only less battered for it, which he could spare a brief moment to be thankful for, at least.

Focusing on his breathing was something he could do, it was actionable, it would help keep the panic at bay and allow him to think of a way out of this. He was reasonably sure he'd only become... well alive again after passing through the mirror upstairs, but he was reasonably sure Charles had only come through the door, but any further attempts at figuring out what had happened were derailed again by Charles' statement.

"Get what?" He finally turned to look, blanching again as he did, but nodding, "Yes, that's probably for the best." He swallowed hard, forcing himself to keep his breathing even once again, "Mind the edges, they might split." And having splinters embedded in his skin wasn't something he particularly wanted to deal with.