It hurt IV to see his little brother this way; cold and wet from the rain, his clothes ripped and bloody cuts evident, and tears that seemed like they would never end. Whoever had done this, they would surely suffer for it.
Pulling his own coat off, he wrapped it around III's shivering body and embraced him for comfort and warmth. It was as much as IV could do for him right now, as they had taken shelter on the floor of an old bus stop until the rain stopped, and it didn't look like it was going to let up any time soon.
If he had been any good with words, perhaps IV could have said something, but since he couldn't, physical comfort was the only thing that he had to offer. He held III close, protectively, and petted his hair, hopping that it would help some, though after what had happened, he doubted it.
This entire situation felt so wrong. III wasn't supposed to be sad or upset in this way, he was always supposed to be the cheerful one, the one that always had a smile on his face and kept him hopeful. Perhaps this was a sign that things were only going to get worse from here.
If only he could see that gentle smile once more.