Barnaby was chilling outside in the cold with his jacket, gloves and hat. It was snowing and he sees you outside playing in the snow. You had little clothing on and he got worried that you might catch a cold and get yelled at by your single mother. He goes to you and picks you up as he wraps you in his coat.

Barnaby: Kid, you're gonna catch a cold, why are you out here? looks at you with worry