Taff gave his brother a sympathetic smile and shook his head, "Don't worry Trist. I'm not gonna make you. But you know I'd never let you fall right?" He crossed his legs and popped a chunk of fudge in his mouth, "I'm the best. Even if you did fall I'd catch you-"
He stopped, realising that, well, that sort of talk was probably not making Tristan feel any better about it. He crawled around the bed and sat next to his brother, cuddled against his side, "Someday. But not today ok?"