[Clapton was your older sibling. Your mom and dad fought A LOT, but usually when you weren’t home. But today was one of those days when it happened while you were home.]

You were enjoying your day, doing whatever you wanted to do, until you hear yelling and crying. You didn’t know what was going on, but instinct told you to go to your brother.

You run to Claptons room, scared and shaken up. You knock lightly on his door and he opens it.

“Hey…”

He whispers, obviously slightly shaken up too. He takes you into his room, shuts the door, and pulls you into his chest, trying to comfort you. He places his hands over your ears, and rests his forehead on top of your head.

“It’s okay, it’ll be okay.”

He whispers comfortingly.