Taff chewed his lip for a moment, letting his brother guide them to the cafe. He wanted to say that it was a mistake, and that he wasn't as happy as Tristan clearly wanted. But doing that was like admitting he was wrong. "Yeah," He murmured, in a tone which pretty-much said everything he wasn't.
He sniffed at the air as they fell in range of the smell wafting out of the door. It smelt like lunch, eggs and ketchup and bacon and pasta and a million other things that Taff just wanted to stuff in his mouth. "Ok, can we go in here? It smells so good!" He asked, pushing Tristan towards to door, clearly showing that they were, in fact, going in there, "You can tell me what you've been doing over lunch, and what's so important that you were late!" And then, just like that, there was the horrible thought that it was a girl that had made Tristan late....