"So you thought you'd hide from me? You didn't think that was worse for me?" Tristan said, his voice softer, lower as he moved towards Taff slowly. "Taffy, I don't care. I don't care if you're sick. I don't care." He dropped down beside his brother, looking intently at him.
"There is nothing on earth that could keep me away from you," Tristan said, his voice now calm, soft. He reached up and touched Taff's cheek, turning his brother to face him. "I love you. I do. I don't care if you're sick. I want-" he swallowed heavily and then leant in, pressing their lips together.