Tristan was going to reply, going to continue whispering sweet nothings to his brother, but he felt the weight of him increase against his chest and he knew that Constantine was falling asleep. He would let him. It had been an exhausting few hours.
"Sleep now, baby brother," he whispered. "Sleep and we'll talk more when you wake up. I love you. So much." Tristan kissed Taff's hair, curling onto his side so that they were pressed chest to chest.