He shifted at the start of his own name. The feeling of her eyes on him brought out all the worst of his emotions from within his mind. Was his father really gone? At the beginning he had half expected him to suddenly appear, walking out from a concealed wall. As if it had all been a clever test of their faith all along. That was the sort of man he was. Cruel, cold, intelligent, and conniving.
"I just..." He started to begin, before stopping himself at the touch. He could feel her warm grip as she held him for comfort. He wasn't sure for whose comfort the gesture was meant for, but regardless he took for her own. No, he couldn't burden Wanda. He was all the family she had. He was her only brother. He was her Pietro. No, he had to be strong. For Wanda.
He gripped her hand back with renewed strength. Head lifted as he smiled at his dear sister. As if nothing in world was wrong. He would not fail her.