Tristan smiled, moving just slightly to make more room for Taff. Though it was a single bed. They were used to a little bigger-
"Here-" he passed his little brother an envelope containing a beautifully developed shot of Taff flying the day before, his cloak billowing out behind him, his hair tossled.
Tristan loved it. He loved the look on Taff's face, the way he could see his strong leg and arm muscles, the flush of excitement in his cheeks.