And indeed, Charles lands on the floor, trying to catch himself on the way down by grabbing onto something (a chair) and things in the bar unfreeze for a brief, tumbling moment before he pulls himself up to a sitting position.

"Erik—" His hand reaches out, fingers splayed, which is partly to try and calm his friend down as quickly as possible as it is to realise too close. The adrenaline brings a rush of guilt along with it. This is his fault. He should have handled this better. He should have— Because he could have—

His breathing is raggedy as the other hand goes out in Logan's direction with a pointed glare. "Both of you, if we could please calm down." Also, no ripping of faces or skeletons. That would be lovely.