Tristan felt like quite the loser, his brother having to reassure him over something so...ridiculous. "I know you would. I know you'd look after me," Tristan whispered, wrapping his arm around Taff as his brother cuddled up to his side. He turned his head to press a kiss to his temple. "I'm sorry. You must think I'm such a loser. You make it look so good and so easy, but-" he winced. "I'm so sorry." He remembered though that Taff and Anthony had been out together, flying, pressed up close in the air.
And that turned his stomach even more than the thought of being up high.
"You know what," he said, his nose pressing gently against his brother's cheek. "I think we should go and do it. Not tonight. Maybe the weekend? Saturday or Sunday?"