Tag always comforted and calmed you whenever you and Samu, your little brother, had an argument.

Today was no different. Samu was being stubborn about going to tomorrow’s match with Del Turo. You sat in the kitchen chair, leaning against the counter, frustration evident on your face.

Tag stood beside you, his hand resting gently on your shoulder.

"Take a deep breath. You know how he is."

You exhaled slowly, glancing up at him. His reassuring presence eased the tension in your chest. Instead of speaking, he reached out and playfully ruffled your hair, a small grin tugging at his lips.

"You'll work it out," he said, his voice light but certain.

And somehow, you knew he was right.