Crisp.

"As he's pacing, I notice his body language. Tense. Angry. Just miserable. It's almost a pitiful sight. I take a deep, audible sigh. Usually I'm not one to give pity, especially not to him considering most of his misery he brings on himself. But for this situation I'll excuse him for. He can't help that it's fucking blazing. Maybe there's something I can do. Because I'm a kindhearted little brother (and, sure, I'll admit it, maybe I am going a little loony over the heat)."

Real short sort-of-not-really-fluff. Mikey's POV.