Despite himself, he let out a strangled sounding laugh at the mental image her words invoked. But it was her steadiness that really started to pierce into him. Though he felt like a danger to everything around him, she wasn't treating him as such. It was such a simple thing, but it meant more than he could explain.

He could control it. Or at the very least, he trusted Regina when she said he could do it. It calmed him some, and he didn't flinch away at her trying to touch him, take his hand in hers. Her hand was warm in his palm. He wasn't hurting her.

He could control it.

Slowly straightening up some from where he'd been leaning against the nightstand, he kept hold of that hand, almost feeling like it was helping him center himself. Lingering fear remained, but he tried not to focus on it, let it get out of control again. Instead, he focused on the fact he wasn't freezing her, whether it was because of her own magic or his calming down some. Perhaps he was right.

He could control it. The words were practically a mantra by then.

"I woke up doing this," he explained now that he wasn't quite as hysterical, his gaze lifting to hers. A part of him worried she would look worried, but she seemed as steady as her voice. A small comfort. "This - this shouldn't be possible."