Simon & Luke & Fred | CW: Panic attack
If this had been some kind of ploy for an escape, it would've worked well - the door was opened, and Simon stumbled out of the cell and to his brother, gathering him up in his arms like they were still kids and he was dragging him back home out of some smaller, less terrifying trouble.
He cradled Luke's head against his chest, slumping down to the floor so he could hold him without fear of dropping him. The guards were unequipped to handle what had happened, but seeing as the Fox brothers weren't trying to make some escape, they let the two quietly sort themselves out by the cell while they began the process of managing the fallout from the explosion that came trickling into the Marshal's Office.
Simon didn't know how long he sat there, holding his brother, stroking his hair and trying to get him to - to do something, say anything - calm down, maybe? He was utterly uncertain of how to help, but just... holding him, breathing with him, keeping him steady... that seemed to be making it at least somewhat better.
The noise in the station increased as nervous townspeople came to ask in panic, or anger, or exhaustion about what was going on, and if there was any immediate danger, and what the law was doing about it, and any number of other petty little things that did nothing but make the ambient sound roar Simon's ears while all he was trying to do was take care of Luke.
That frustration came to a head when someone put their hand on his shoulder and he went to snarl a threat and instead was face to face with Kinney again, who, despite everything, looked like she was keeping things together.
"I, uh," he stammered, the bravado of defending his brother evaporating, and he freed up a hand to point at the night guard. "He let me out."
"I see that," Fred sighed, dropping down into a squat and resting her arms on her thighs. "What's going on?"
Simon shrugged casually, but the one hand he had holding onto his brother didn't loosen. "I don't know. It started right after the explosion."