"Not a habit I want to get into any time soon, thank you very much," Raven said as haughtily as she could manage, eyeing her fingernails with an expression of mock disgust, "Whatever would the neighbours think?" She smiled despite herself, a small, half smile just to show she knew that Charles understood - at least, as much as anyone could have understood the jumbled onslaught that he had just been granted access to. Pulling her legs up onto the couch, she wrapped her arms around them loosely and rest her chin on her knee as she watched his hesitation.
Whatever it was she was about to be told was big, she could tell that much. Without a gift like Charles' she was left to only what the eye could see, and while she had learned to read a lot from a person from their face and mannerisms, it was no match for telepathy. He was uncomfortable, she could see, though obviously not enough that he wasn't going to share. He looked...scared? No, it couldn't be that, what could Charles possibly want to tell her about himself that would warrant fear?
And then he spoke, and Raven understood immediately. Without responding immediately, she let one of her hands drop from her legs to his knee, giving a lift squeeze of support as he told her about this jerk that had hurt her big brother back in Oxford. While she wished that he had told her then (partially because she would have taken that apparently handsome face down a few notches) she understood why he hadn't.
"Men, huh?" She said finally with a light smile, "They can be such jerks." She waited a beat or two, then just leaned in and enveloped Charles in a tight hug, mumbling against the side of his face as she kissed his cheek. "You should have told me sooner, idiot."