At first Bastian had been very hesitant to even go visit Tristan, after punching the younger boy in the face for kissing his sister, he was certain that the other man would be looking for revenge; after all that is exactly what Bastian would do if the roles were inverted. But in the end he realized that whether he liked it or not Tristan cared for his sister almost as much as he, himself, did so it was far better to humor him, and maybe, just maybe he would be able to talk his uncle into helping her survive or something along those lines.
Watching the interviews was somewhat painful, because with every tribute he came to the realization that a lot of hem seemed like fierce adversaries, and not only that but the majority of them seemed to have an idea of what they were doing. And yet Mina looked completely lost in her interview, he could tell because he could read his sister like a book even if everyone else was convinced otherwise; when he thought the painful interview was over, something else happened. She started rambling, talking about… Tristan.
Bastian’s eyes narrowed as he listened to his baby sister talk about being in love with the boy who was so close to him. His fists were balled already, his knuckles were slowly turning white as he tried not to turn to look at Tristan. He knew he couldn’t blame the blonde for Mina’s words, especially when they could easily bring her some sponsors, but Bastian wasn’t one to think things through, or to have a lot of patient, and especially when it came to her. It was taking a lot from him to just stand up and deck the other man in the face.
Patience, she would want you to be patient, he reminded himself as he closed his eyes and bowed his head, trying to find his center so he wouldn’t get into a fight with the only guy who could probably understand what he was going through.