"Everything might take more than one night," Tristan smiled, standing up as well, taking Oliver's hand in his own. Well, if Oliver hadn't done anything he may well have missed the joy of holding hands-
Tristan's place was relatively tidy now that it was sans one teenage boy. Taff's bed was neatly made, but Tristan was hardly going to introduce it as his brother's.
"Welcome," he whispered, pushing Oliver back against the door as it closed and kissing him again.