Tristan hated it when his brother gave in like that. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and watched his little brother cirl up on his bed. He hated knowing he'd done something to break his spirit or confuse him or hurt him in any way.
Merlin, he loved him so much.
Tristan crossed the foot or so between himself and his brother's bed, settling on the edge of the mattress before laying down, pressing against Taff's back.