He knew he had no reason not to believe her. As a matter of fact, he had every reason to believe her. He knew that everyone there was special like him, and Charles (and now Raven) had told him that it was okay, he was okay, he was among friends. Or sort-of friends, anyway.

He drew his hands into his lap, brushing blades of grass off on his pants. He relaxed, just a little bit, letting his wings expand the tiniest bit. The fringe of them, off-white and sleek, peeked out from the bottom of his jacket, maybe giving Raven a better idea of just how big they'd be if they were expanded completely.

"Which one's Alex?" He looked up as he spoke, eyebrows raised in Raven's general direction. He hadn't payed that much attention to everybody else during introductions. He knew a collection of names and a collection of powers, but he couldn't remember what went to who.