Calm is difficult, but there are breathing techniques to follow, ones he knows, even if he's never practiced yoga or, indeed, other forms of meditation. Mohinder closes his eyes however, feeling Charles there, but not there. It's as if they're having tea in a garden and Charles sits across a small white table from him. He can reach across the barrier but there's no need to do so.

And he swallows after that, fingers curling around his thumb.

A sonnet...do you know any? Recite one for me...? Innocuous. Hopefully.