"We can have whatever you want," Tristan replied, sliding his arm around Taff's waist and pulling him towards one of the many little eateries.
"I was..." Tristan thought over his reaction. It had been jealousy. Unadulterated jealousy. "I was sad. I just...didn't want you to make mistakes. But- if you're happy it's ok-" He didn't mean that. He wanted to take it all back as soon as he said it. Of course he didn't mean it. If Taff was going to be happy he wanted him to be happy with him and no one else.