Henry was trying not to make it obvious he was watching, but he was, and he let out a sigh of relief when Iestyn's sink worked too. He leaned down to take another drink and then surveyed the cot against the back wall. It was covered in a thin mattress, with a blanket and a pillow, which looked dusty as all hell, but it was more than he'd been given in the last basement.
"Well this won't do," he said, pulling it all off the cot and shoving it up against the bars that separated him from Iestyn. "There. I want to be as close as possible for as long as-" Henry fell silent, but Iestyn would know. He was kept so close and yet so far from Addy.