Tristan cracked his knuckles slowly. "I know he's my brother," he replied, his voice light and singsongy. "And I love him more than anyone else in the world world. And he loves me," he said, watching Anthony, his eyes burning into him. "There's nothing wrong about it. I love him. He loves me. He lets me hold him at night. He kisses me. He invited me into his bed-" Tristan stood, taller than Anthony when he did so. "I think that makes me the fortunate one, sweetheart."