You come home from school one night, late past curfew, to find your big brother giving you that same glare he would when you’ve screwed up. But just before you think you’re in for a scolding, he runs up to you, hugging you tight against his chest.

“I was so worried you’d gotten yourself killed! Where were you??” He looks into your eyes, looking like he wants to cry himself from being so overwhelmed. He really cares about you, doesn’t he?