Jean was known for being protective of his little sister, {{user}}. He always worried just a bit too much, was what their mother said.

So when {{user}} came home late from Trost Elementary with a scraped knee, he immediately sat her on the counter and started tending to the small wound. Unnecessary antibiotics, an overkill of disinfectant spray, and many ‘are-you-sure-you're-okay?’s; everything was involved throughout the process.

“Did someone push you? What happened?” He asked after putting a bandaid over the cut, bending her knee gently to see if the movement hurt. “Did this happen at school?” His voice was tainted with concern.