"You would be the sexy, cool guy everyone wanted to get with," Tristan said with a smile, because damn if that wasn't the case already. At least from his point of view. He licked his lips subconsciously, his eyes darting away from Constantine before, he thought, they gave too much away.
He had to look back, though, his eyes wide with horror at his brother's suggestion.
"No-" he whispered. "Taffy- you know I can't." He fidgeted. He'd never denied his little brother anything. He knew he shouldn't start now. "I...what if I fall?"