Virgil pulled Scott into one of his patented 'cool down' hugs. Scott had gotten a little hot under the collar and naturally Virgil got equally as worried. Though it was more for Scott's temper coming to a boil. "You doing okay?"
“Get off!” Scott’s been a towering inferno all day and lashes out at the first person stupid enough to get in range, limbs flailing and eyes burning with fury as he struggles to break away. “Virg, let me go!” But Virgil’s got him safe and tight and Scott’s stuck right there in his arms no matter how hard he fights and demands to be freed. “You’re not a Care Bear, get off me! I swear I’ll…”
And Virgil starts to hum, so soft and gentle that big brother doesn’t hear it at first until all of a sudden it’s all around him, surrounding him and drowning him in the memories of the woman who used to hum to him when little brothers were being awful or dad forgot a promise. She’d be ashamed to see him like this, trying to hurt his own brother instead of channelling his anger into something productive.
The fire that’s been raging in Scott’s heart the whole day splutters out and he slumps against little brother, so sick of the ungrateful world right now. Blue eyes close, blocking out everything and everyone but his best friend.
“I’m sorry.” Scott’s got this outburst to add to his list of regrets, hands going to the targets of his rage and clutching tight as if that has a hope of making up for it. “I’m sorry, buddy. I’m sorry. Are you alright?”