Tristan said nothing in reply. He knew of course that losing him would hurt Taff more than anything else in the world could. And he knew that, given the choice, Taff would die in his place. But he shook his head to push those thoughts from his mind.
"Taff is a river in Wales. Rivers...Rivers is our surname," he explained, taking a deep glug of his drink. "So it kind of went along like that. It's not a good story, I'm sorry. I'll think up a better one for next time." He offered a smile.