Tristan grinned as he watched the excitement spreading over his brothers face as he spoke. He was beautiful all of the time, but when he was like this it was almost infectious. He was glowing and it was wonderful.
"I'll be there to watch," he said. "I'll be there. Don't worry. I'll get some permission and say I'm taking photographs-" he nodded, reaching over the table again. "And I know you are. I'm looking forward to it. We can have a swimming pool in our house and the biggest, nicest bed in the world."
He talked about them as though they were a couple. Part of him thought if he spoke like this it would condition Taff into wanting to spend the rest of his life with him. The way they were now. Or something-something more...