That wasn't the sort of reaction Chuck had expected, as Lawrence had never been the crying type. He'd always bottled things up and then let it boil over, and while that sometimes led to tears, he was often too proud for that. If he cried, he did it where no one else could see.

For that reason alone, Chuck was affected by the sight, and he reached forward to put a hand on his brother's shoulder yet again. He didn't care how many times he was pushed away -- he would keep trying, because a sibling wasn't something you could just give up on.

"If you've been living with this kind of pain, you should have said something earlier. Now look what it's come to." His tone was gentle, though. He wasn't blaming Lawrence so much as lightly chiding him, because if they'd taken the time to fix this earlier it wouldn't have ended up with one of them in a mental institute.

Chuck didn't want to see this as a lost cause, though. Things were obviously even worse than he'd realized, but the more of it he could understand, the better the chance that it could be worked out somehow.