Oh God, she was crying. Dammit, she knew he couldn't handle crying. Especially her crying. He'd broken a couple of bullies' noses for making his sister cry. One of them had been a girl even. And it hadn't gotten any better now that they were older.
"God, Becky," he breathed out, stepping forward without thinking. "Don't- please don't cry. It's-"
God, why couldn't anything be simple anymore? He looked away. "I-" He shook his head. He didn't even know what to say. Hell, even the peanut gallery in his head wasn't giving him any helpful or unhelpful suggestions. There was just his own thoughts of frustration and guilt and despair.
The one time he needed advice and they were quiet. Thanks a lot.