Tristan sat on the bed, their bed for now, the way the bed at home was their bed. The curtain was drawn around most of the way, aside from the end where he could look out and see his little brother.
"I'm fine," Tristan shrugged a shoulder. "Didn't have you down as the library kind." He lay back against the pillows, arms crossed over his chest, the tiniest smirk on his face.