Henry glanced back and the sink and groaned. "Well my sink is still working for now," he said, hoping Iestyn's was too. Otherwise they were going to somehow have to work out how to have Henry get water to Iestyn through the bars and it would probably involve Iestyn drinking water from his hands. This place was so grimy, that sounded awful.
But honestly? What wasn't awful, right now?
Henry breathed out slowly and then he took Iestyn's hand into his own. "I mean," he started, "what we're going to do if- If Lucifer makes us choose, like he did to you and Addy," he finished, his voice nearly at a whisper. "Iestyn, I don't want to do this. I don't want to watch him hurt you." Henry couldn't imagine anything worse.