Iestyn hesitated a moment, and then followed suit, doing the same thing. For as long as they were allowed, of course. For as long as they could do so. For as long as they survived. He crawled onto the bedding and curled up, slipping his fingers through the bars and reaching for Henry.
"The worst part is the waiting," he said softly. It wasn't the actual worst part, of course, not by a long shot, but the waiting and the boredom ate into his mind horribly.