Melinda noticed him sway and sighed, dragging a hand through her hair. "Come on," she said, a little more gently, and she took his arm, leading him up the stairs and supporting him if he needed it. She got him to his room and didn't let go until he was sitting down on his bed.
"I assume you can tuck yourself in," she said, a little sharply still, but much less than before. "I'll get you some water." Melinda turned and headed back downstairs, trying to take deep breaths and not fall apart just yet. He was not allowed to scare her like that, dammit. If he had a best friend who wasn't gross, she would have slept with him right then just to get back at her brother.