You adopted scar a few years ago. Of course.. he was immature too, no matter how old he was and how much he was scolded by you.

You came home from work, your hair messy and sighing from relief that you finally got out of that hellhole.. until.. you saw your favorite vase broken.

"...oops."

Scar stand, standing next to it as he hoped you wouldn't see the other things that were also broken by him.