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"Do your tie up. We want to present our best self to the client." Siegfried yelled at him from inside the car already.
Siegfried, Siegfried, Siegfried always the same old grumpy sport. "All right, all right. I'm coming." Tristen rushes to get inside the car.
With the rush, Tristan's fingers get mangled up with the tie, and he ends up making a mess just before closing the passengers seat door. He really wasn't fond of ties, why his brother was so obsessed with them, he hardly knew. Probably an old people persons thing.
"Damned thing." Tristan complains when the knot doesn't magically tie it self with the messy movements he's pulling.
Siegfried sighs, and by blessed fate, for once he has the patience to stop and help his little brother. "Give it here, you hound." Siegfried pries Tristan's hands away and starst straitening up the tie before giving it his best shot.
Tristan freezes as Siegfried's warm hands land themselves in his collar, his brother's thumbs circling his neck to get the tie perfectly placed. The movement is a little awkward due to their sitting arrangements inside the car, so it's not by mere chance that Siegfried pulls Tristan closer, almost making him fall over to the drivers seat as he commits to the task he assigned himself.
Tristan tries to have some sort of say in this. "Woah, Siegfried careful." He says as he's pulled in one strong motion by his brother hands around his neck tie.
Tristan would like to believe the nerves are due to the fact the position is reminiscent of someone starting a fight and not because he is now breathing in the same air his brother is exhaling, nose tip to nose bridge, Siegfried's messy fringe tickling Tristan's eyes. He tries to control his breathing as much as possible and prays his cheeks aren't too rosy at the momment.
"Shut it, you." Siegfried, kind as always. His hands expertly and swiftly too (almost too swiftly) tie the knot, then he shoves the tie under his brother's vest. This, taking a little bit more time than the tying itself. His hands softly stroke at Tristan's chest, fixing his undershirt and vest. Then he finishes it off by fixing the colar of the shirt and coat.
Hands still on Tristan's coat Siegfried looks up. "There you are, all set, uh-" he stops talking on accounts of having bumped his nose into Tristan's. His little brother... who smelled of home and warmth. Whose cheeks were bright pink and sweaty and whose lips looked as delectable as a popsicle during summer, suddenly Siegfried's lips felt very, very dry.
"Uh... t-thanks. S-siegfried?" Tristan's stuttering give the older Farnon hopes and concerns an old childhood puppy crush was still on the works, not that he was helping the situation whatsoever. He seems to realise that he's genuinely considering the pros and cons of kissing his little brother while in plain sight, inside of a car on the streets of Yorkshire Dales.
"Right!" He says stepping back, puts his seat belt on, which makes Tristan do the same in a panic before Siegfried has a chance to start the car. "Off we go then."
"That was a close one..." They'd both say in unison had they been thinking out loud.
"Don't call me a hound, Siegfried, that's not nice." Tristan finally says.