[He lets the book drop to the floor, attention focused on her and her alone.
He sees her coming at him and opens his arms to help, wrapping her up and pulling her in. He doesn't know what's wrong, but it doesn't matter. She looks on the verge of crying and he knows what his job is now. To comfort and fall back into that easy role of being the big brother. He pets at her hair, whispering things that are more soothing sounds than actual words.]
It's okay, it's okay. I got you. Whatever it is, it's going to be okay. You're going to be okay.
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He sees her coming at him and opens his arms to help, wrapping her up and pulling her in. He doesn't know what's wrong, but it doesn't matter. She looks on the verge of crying and he knows what his job is now. To comfort and fall back into that easy role of being the big brother. He pets at her hair, whispering things that are more soothing sounds than actual words.]
It's okay, it's okay. I got you. Whatever it is, it's going to be okay. You're going to be okay.