He was once a safe harbor

When I was injured by the stage chandelier on the runway, Kevin held his fake cousin protectively, looking anxious, "Don't worry, I'm here."

I barely finished the show, almost passing out from the pain backstage.

He harshly said, "Stop pretending. It's just a scratch, are you dying or what? Tonight, I'm taking Wendy out to experience the world. Don't forget to wash Wendy's clothes. Oh, and remember to hand-wash them."

This was the hundredth time Kevin had left me behind for his non-blood-related 'cousin.