"Olivia!" Christopher was shocked and immediately lifted the kitten from his lap so he could move to her and put an arm around her. He could not stand to see her cry just as she hated to see him weep too, and it was with great, deep concern that he gaver her a hug as best as he could, squeezing her arms. His brotherly instincts took over and he was almost as worried as if he were a parent.
"You could murder someone and I would not be disgusted. They would probably deserve it," he told her, trying to assure her in some way that he would not see her differently. "You are my sister. I love you no matter what you say or do or believe... You would no doubt look at me very drastically if you knew half the things I were doing, but I shall not scar you with the details." His attempt at a joke may have fallen flat and he kissed the side of her head affectionately. "I do not want you to think that you cannot confide in me. It makes me feel awful."