Stronger than that? How much sense did it even make? He wanted so badly to protect his brother... "If this isn' the right way then...then what do I do? Niisan... always gets hurt..." he moved away to claim the grocery bags, suspending them on the chair's handles before starting to push it forward.

He felt powerless, even though he had been called strong. His brother scolded him, and that long-haired neesan too. he couldn't help not being there all the time, but it angered him that these things kept happening because no one knew better or cared to. "Niisan's not a bad guy..." the more people hurt his brother, the more he found himself angry. It was a misunderstanding, and he knew... but he also knew that someday, one of these misunderstandings might not have the chance to get explained.

"...medic's Sakumo... should be home." he murmured, headed that way.