[He doesn't have the experience to know that's not how brothers touch. It's how Tristan's always touched him, and no one's ever told him otherwise. So he just nuzzles against his hand, sweetness not at all feigned in this rearranged replica.]

You know I won't ever leave you, Tristan. We belong together, don't we?

[Maybe he should have questioned why him, above and apart from all their other siblings, but he hasn't. He hasn't been encouraged to, and Tristan's never given him a reason. So he just hasn't. This is how it is and should be... right?]