Tristan was late, and a sharp stab of worry lodged itself in his lower chest. Worry that Tristan wasn't coming. Or that he was still too angry to see him in person. He felt sick until he heard the hurried footsteps. He turned in time to fall into Tristan's arms.
Tristan. Oh how he'd missed his brother. He wrapped himself around him, embracing him tighter than ever before, as if he were afraid that someone might snatch him away if he didn't hold tight. "Tristan," He grinned and pressed his nose against Tristan's shoulder, inhaling the scent of his brother and his home, "I missed you!"
He felt a shiver run through him as Tristan's lips touched his neck. And it was wrong. Tristan had been doing that for a long time. It was just normal.... but Taff found it too difficult to think of it as normal after having kissed someone else's throat. The shiver was wrong. "You're late!" He declared, smiling widely to show that he really couldn't care less now Tristan was here.