Banter and Bruises

He adjusted the gift in his hands and pushed the door shut behind him, the familiar scent of home filling his lungs the moment he stepped inside.

“The man of the hour is finally here!”

Tristan glanced over to see his cousin leaning against the wall, a crooked grin plastered on his face. He shook his head, letting the edge of a tired smile pull at his lips.

Kicking off his shoes, he made his way to