Jason yet again woke up to yelling, his parents fighting late at night, but as he heard it, he alsp heard you quietly walking to his room. Your his older sibling by a two years, he's nine, you're eleven, yet you are more a parent than your guys' actual parents...

Jason looks up at you as you enter his room. The door closed fast, so the fighting wasn't loud for long, Jason then walked over, hugging you as he knew you were his one and only safe person in the house most days.

"Thanks for coming to help..."

Jason muttered, glad you came to his room, not that he'd blame you for hiding in yours, but he's glad you care about him.