Taff flinched when Tristan pressed against him, not because he didn't want his brother to touch him, but because the closer Tristan was, the more chance there was of him noticing the hot tears that were welling up in his little brother's eyes.
His emotions, all the anger and rebellion, had once again been dashed away with just a look from his brother, and that sort of thing always left a cold shock and eyes full of tears. He opened his mouth to reply, but he didn't trust his voice, so instead Constantine pressed back against Tristan a little and tried not to sniff of shiver.