[This is disturbing on so many levels Tristan can't count them. He swallows hard and strains back against the hand in his hair. He doesn't need to be this close to Ariel, he doesn't want to see that look in his brother's eyes, the enjoyment and the twisted pleasure he's getting out of this. He wants to cry, the situation is too fucked up. And his little brother is insane and he doesn't know if he can help him but it's breaking his heart.]

[He straightens, trying to stand up properly despite the hand firm in his hair.]

Something like that isn't where either of us belong, Ariel. We're not--the world's changed. We're brothers. I'm always going to look after you.