That look is so familiar to him, and it breaks his heart just as much now as it has all of Will's life. His abused, beleaguered baby brother deserves so much better than what the world has thrown at him, and all that he can do is try to be there to help soothe the hurts and take care of him as much as possible, protect him however he can. It doesn't matter how tall he gets or how he might complain about being "babied".

Jonathan's hand comes to rest over the back of Will's when it grips his arm, warm and solid. This close he can see more of that bruising. His free hand comes up to brush Will's hair away from his forehead to inspect if there was anything else.

"What do you mean 'you're real'? Of course I am. What happened?" A question that encompasses all of his main worries at the moment.