"It's alright," Taff shrugged happily and pressed himself against his brother's side, apparently equally unable to stop himself from touching his brother in some way, "Can we get some lunch? I didn't have breakfast. Can we have some chips? Or maybe a sausage sandwich?"
He cuddled against Tristan, savouring every touch and shrugged a little, "It's ok.. it's not your fault. You were mad.. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I'm sorry about everything," He glanced down, "I just didn't want you to think I was.. I didn't want you to be disappointed."