He's been focusing on keeping his power at a low ebb as though even hearing other people brings up the taste of Ned's blood on his tongue. He walks and he tunes out everything else - does his best to pretend he is human at all costs. The cape is beautiful which is awful. Beautiful things tend to hide a level of violence, he knows that better than anyone. Still, some things leak in. Charles' mind is like a dam and anything can jar it.

He can't ignore the low level of pain coming off Oliver and he deviates from his path to come across him.

"Oliver."

He offers up a smile - less of his usual beam but genuine, "You're outside. Are you all right?" He had been interesting to speak with, and he sparks up a level of curiosity that Charles doesn't really want to fight. It makes him feel normal.