Taff chewed his lip and closed his eyes, listening to his brother's voice and the way it sounded in his chest as he spoke. He felt a small surge of guilt inside of him. Was he just once of those people Tristan talked about? He'd hurt Anthony, slept with Aurora. Was he just another one? What would Tristan say if he knew.
"I do love you," He said finally. He curled closer and closed his eyes, exhausted again, "I want to be with you Trist. I just want to be with you." He felt safe, and warm, and suddenly wanted nothing else except to sleep. His brother's scent was overwhelming, the scent of home wherever he went. The only consistent thing in Tristan's life.