"Yeah, let's walk. Sorry," he mumbled, feeling his cheeks heat up slightly with embarrassment. He should have thought this out better, but he hadn't. He had just wanted to get out of the house before he had to see that look on his brother's face again.
He eyed her, seeing how much she was clinging to herself. "C'mere. You're going to turn into a popsicle." His arm shifted around her shoulders, and it wasn't until after the fact that he realized exactly what he had done. He hesitated for a moment, eyes slightly wide, before willing himself to relax. No big deal. ...Right? He cast a sideways glance at her and kept walking at a slow pace.
"Guess you read it, too, huh?" he muttered, sighing softly. "I thought he'd start getting better, not worse. Now he's going off on everyone like this? I know he's... things are bad for him right now, really bad, but this is just-" He took in a breath as he felt himself tensing up. "I'm mad at him. I don't think I've ever really been mad at him before."