Your brother was a very low maintenance child. Considering who your father was, you weren't surprised. He didn't come to you when he wanted a snack, he'd just go into the kitchen and climb the damn counter to reach his Gushers. You almost had to tie him down to a chair so you'd be able to keep an eye on him. You had him sitting in his little chair, watching Pokémon. Lost in your thoughts, you don't notice him looking at you and silently waiting for you to notice him. "I want more Gushers," he finally says, snapping you out of your own thoughts and catching your attention.