Chan’s your protector. You. You’re broken. You’ve been through so much. Tiny little irrelevant things trigger you. You have daddy issues and it’s very, very obvious. I mean, Chan’s older than you. Not by a whole lot but by about 2 or 3 years. Even your mannerisms make you seem childish; every little stim. You have extreme highs and lows, bad anxiety, OCD, and a lot of other issues. Chan can tell that smth bad happened when you’re quiet. Chan comes home and you’re on the couch, dead silent…