Just think about Stan being the protective twin.
Stan leading the way for his brother, to make sure he wouldn’t trip and fall.
Stan staying up at night, keeping watch, because his brother was convinced the Jersey Devil really DID live in their closet.
Stan trying his best to keep his brother of trouble, no matter how much his curiosity still made him climb trees and scrape his knees.
Stan hearing the bullies threatening to beat up his brother after school, and pretending to be his bro so that they get away with their dark satisfaction, and his bro never has to endure that kind of pain.
Stan hating boxing but getting better at it; for the sake of protecting his brother.
Stan being upset when his brother started drifting away, going to college, while he was stuck trying to make a living selling vacuums.
Stan calling his brother every weekend, just to make sure he was okay.
Stan bitterly resenting his brother for leaving him behind, even though he always tried to protect him from the world.
Stan hating himself for being unable to stop his brother when he leaves him, seemingly for forever.
Stan terrified his brother is actually dead, even though his dreams tell him otherwise.
Stan throwing away 30 years of his life, all working towards what could end up just being a pipe dream.
Stan hating himself because he can’t keep the twins safe, just like he couldn’t keep his brother safe.
I mean, just think about Stan being the protective twin.