"Of course you're useful for more." It wasn't teasing that time around. Charles, of course, meant it wholly and sincerely, in the way he was capable of focusing the entirety of his love onto a person. He leaned his head against hers comfortably, taking more conservative bites of his own cupcake.
At first when Raven said Hank found a cure Charles lit up, lifting his head and turning to look at Raven with congratulations on the tip of his tongue--but her tone stopped him, and he frowned instead. He knew Raven had wanted something like this for years, and it had always been beyond him to give it to her. He was brilliant, but not in the same ways as Hank, and he'd keep his own research into the subject quiet for fear of disappointing her. It was what Raven had dreamed of. The chance to make her exterior look like the one she thought she ought to have all the time, without constant focus and fear of slipping.
"What's the matter?" He shifted to have a better look at her face, setting aside his cupcake onto its wrapper for the moment. "I thought you'd be happy. Did something go wrong?"