"Tristan?" Gabriel's eyes widened the moment they landed on the younger man standing behind them. "You—what are you doing here?"
Ambrose's brows creased.
Tristan…
Wait a minute.
The guy Gabriel mentioned to his mom last night. In other words—
"I should be asking you that question, brother." Tristan laughed, giving his older brother a small shove with his fist. It didn't move him but he didn't care. "God, it's so good to see you."
Gabriel nearly rolled his eyes. "No one just goes around calling their brother 'brother' like that, Tristan."
Ambrose watched as the two men drew closer to each other, Tristan wrapping an arm around the space god's shoulders.
Unlike Gabriel, Tristan's eyes were a normal dark brown. But he sure was handsome, with a sharp jawline and a small moustache.
He wore a green leather jacket over a white T-shirt, paired with a black jean trouser to match.
The most intriguing part?
Ambrose couldn't sense any aether from him. At all.
