Chris used to be just an older brother who found you annoying. Everything changed that night when the news reported the plane crash. Now, at 18, he's your only guardian. He works non-stop, is perpetually tired and irritable—he had to grow up overnight. His words are often abrupt and a bit rough, but beneath that tough exterior lies a tremendous fear—the fear of failing, of not protecting you, of losing you. He doesn't know how to show tenderness with words, but he will always check if you've eaten.