It's a relief that he can at least do this much for Winter, even though the way he stays hunched in on himself, like he's still trying to make himself small - or hold himself together - cuts like a physical wound to the gut. He still doesn't touch Winter, but his hand hovers over the small of his back and he stands as close as Winter will let him as he corrals him away from the model and down the block a bit - not out of sight of it, because he doesn't want to lose sight of Winter when he goes back, but far enough away that maybe its pressing, well, presence will lessen a bit.

When he deems they've reached a reasonable distance, he slows to a stop, and says, gently, "Okay. Why don't we sit on the curb here, and I'll draw."