Not consciously, but purely because he just couldn't help it. And many years later, my mother, on her deathbed, would say something very similar.
Mother knows best, it seems.
As I slept at night, I had a recurring dream. My brother and I were playing on the edge of a cliff. David Russell slipped over the edge and I grabbed him as he fell. There he would stay, one brother literally holding the other's life in his hands. The dream ends, of course, with Dave plunging to his death and Ray sweating and screaming.