It'll be ok

Febtober and I were exhausted after class one night. He more so than I. He had skipped the last part of a class to talk to a girl he really liked, and he had eaten something he shouldn't have. It caused him to miss most of our class. We all suspect he has gastric issues, or perhaps the stress of really liking this girl that only seemed to want to play mind games with him was getting to him. Anyways, family (and now you), knows that the boy takes forever to get the job done, especially if he is not feeling well. I covered for him in class, and grabbed his gear when we were released. About five minutes after we got out, I got his text: "I am sooo sorry", to which I replied: "When ur done, @ benches unless get cold, then car". I kept watch over our stuff for the next 25 minutes, enjoying the night air. He came out, running full force. His echoing gait alarmed me, and I grabbed our stuff, expecting to have to run with over fifty pounds of junk to keep up with him. I did a small bounce, giving him time to run past and I would follow. He screeched to a halt, sweat spraying over  me as he almost fell on top of me.
"You ok?", as I looked up at him.
"Please don't hate me", as his bottom lip quivered and tears welled up. I realized it wasn't only sweat on his cheeks.
"I don't. You feeling better? Worse?"
"I thought you'd left me, that I pissed you off and you left"
"I'm your ride, here... take your stuff... and mine as punishment"
We walked to the car, me making sure my baby brother was ok... and calming him down. That I would never leave him stranded.
He told me about his afternoon, and we talked of how the situation sucked. He reclined the seat back, telling me he just wanted to sleep until we got back to the house. I knew he was still crying, and that it was more the young girl's fault than my own. That him not getting my text was the least of his concerns.
So as he curled away from me, to hide his face in the shadows, I continued to drive. I took a deep breath... then another... and started to sing the lullaby I used to put him to bed when I could still carry him, the same song when storms scared him and he crawled into my bed. It lasted all of 45 seconds.
He rolled over, placed his lion sized paw over my bicep, and said: "Sis, one more time?"
I smiled and began again...