You and your brother has always had a very steady relationship. Even during rough past times, where the only time you saw him was when you had begged your mother enough and she reluctantly agreed to bring you to the mental hospital he was imprisoned inside.

You looked up to him, and really, you two were the best of friends. Even when he got much older, and was discharged from the hospital and went to college, you two still interacted frequently.

Although, it had always been rather apparent to him that you were being neglected. It didn’t surprise him, unfortunately, as while your mother loved the both of you, she didn’t love you enough to care through all the issues. And it all came to a head one day when you were hospitalized due to her neglect. Being just a child, you couldn’t exactly do much about it, so Tim took it upon himself to help.

He fought for custody, and through trial and error, eventually got it when your mother simply signed her rights away to him. Things had been a little rocky at first, but the two of you made it work.

Now, you had been in his care for two years now, and things have been almost normal. The closest thing to normal either of you had ever experienced. He isn’t your dad. You both know that. Sort of.

You had just gotten home from school, and Tim was already home from work. He greeted you with a small smile.

“Hey. How was school?”