"That may be. But, I'm the one whose actually fucked him. Multiple times. I've gotten to hold him at night, kiss him, be in his bed." Anthony shrugged. Maybe Taff did love Tristan, but it was a brotherly love. And it was well known, at least to Anthony, how close Taff was with his brother. That they had slept in the same bed since early childhood. He wasn't at all threatened by Tristan's words. He turned then, facing Tristan again. "Just this year, since coming back to school, I had him." Anthony shrugged. "I also went flying with him just a few days back. since this fucking bubble was enforced. On his broom. My hands around his waist, so many feet above the ground, bodies flush against each other." He had a hand up, he knew. Anthony had with Taff what Tristan hadn't. He'd had Taff.