Andy wasn't inclined to let go of Kareem's hand and so he didn't, even when he came to a stop in front of the oven as though knowing they were there would prevent the cookies burning.
"Are they okay?" he asked, having some experience with cooking but unsure of how Kareem always seemed to manage to make the same things that he made so much more delicious. Poor Kareem... the first of them to age out, the first of them to have to get out there, alone again, and learn how to stand without them around him. It made something in Andy's heart pang and he surreptitiously shot a look at his brother wondering how he could ever thank him for everything he did and had done and continued to do for their family. He ran his thumb over the knuckles of the hand he held.