I assume you could say that our sibling and I were close when all of us were adolescents.
I used to help him out with a lot of things, even things I didn’t want to do.
For example, he regularly used to spike his hair up with a hot comb. He would arena the hot comb on the stove to let it heat up. I regularly thought it was dangerous, however he insisted on doing it. Well, I can’t tell you how multiple times he ended up burning himself with that comb! Fortunately, I never was burned, but I had to help him out. I would get him ice-chilly water and a rag for his burn and make sure he sat next to the Heating and Air Conditioning vent while I was cranking up the air conditioner system. I truly could have gotten myself into a lot of trouble if our father knew I was cranking the air conditioner plan to help our sibling with his burns, but I had to help him out somehow. When he was feeling better, I would just set the temperature control back to normal temperature control settings and our parents never seemed to figure out about it. More recently when all of us were having supper together, all of us truly brought up those times when he used to burn himself all the time, and all of us laughed about it for minutes. I’m easily ecstatic he doesn’t do stupid things care about that anymore, it was such a crazy look anyway. I also would imagine that burning your hair care about that is not good for your hair. He’s not bald or anything, so at least that’s a good sign.