He untangles himself from his brother and ushers him inside, with a promise to be right behind him in a few minutes. He tugs the door shut behind him as he steps out into the hallway, still gutted for everything that had happened, that had changed in the last five minutes.

He tries to find his words again, but for once he's at a total loss except, "I know you're not hugger, but--" And he breaks the unspoken 'don't touch me' agreement and pulls Mick into one anyway, tight and clinging and desperate for a moment. "Thank you." he whispers as he pulls away, still the picture of shell-shock.