Iestyn closed his eyes, trying not to cry. "Oh, don't-" he breathed, not wanting to think about what he'd left behind. Addy was going to be just miserable when she realised.
Henry was right, but girding himself to try to endure this heartache for the hope of eventual release was next to impossible. He didn't know how long he'd last having to watch Henry be hurt. Of course he would do his best but he might give up too fast, and if he did- he shuddered.