"Argyle," Raven said slowly, finally meeting Charles' eyes and looking at him for a moment. "Argyle, you are just-" She shook her head, but a small smile was tugging at the corners of her lips and finally she let out the soft laughter, leaning in to hug Charles just as tightly as he was with her.
It may have only been a moment, and a moment didn't change a lifetime of shame and hiding, of avoidance and constant fear of being found out, but it was definitely a start. Raven needed that moment, more in her current state than she possibly had ever needed it. She needed the approval she so desperately desired and who better to give it to her than her big brother? It was only a moment, yes, but it was a moment that resonated clearly with Raven.
"I know I asked you, and I asked him, and I want to be like everyone else," she explained in a fast voice, so insistent on making Charles understand why she would deliberately choose to segregate herself from the chance at a normal life, "But it hurts, doing this all day. You know? People tell me I'm beautiful-" Raven's voice caught in her throat for a moment but she cleared it quickly and kept talking, "People tell me I'm beautiful, but it's not really me. I want people to think I am beautiful, all of me."
She rest her head on his shoulder again and closed her eyes, letting out a slow breath as she finally finished her onslaught of explanation with Charles, and then just murmured softly. "He told me no one would ever think I was beautiful like this."
Raven didn't want Charles to think any less of Hank, she really didn't. She just needed someone else to know how much she was hurting, and why. She wanted to be strong, she was strong, in so many other ways. This was just one thing she couldn't do on her own.