There, that's a good face.

[He just smiles, sliding his arms around Tristan's neck and muttering into his ear. He wants to be right up close, for this. He likes the look and the sound despair, but for his brother, he wants to feel it. Because his brother is his favorite, the one person worthy of staying at his side (and at his feet).]

She made a face like that, before I smashed her head open.