Henry reached through the bars and he smoothed his thumb across Iestyn's cheek. Was he going to have to watch those cheeks sink to nothing? God, the idea froze his stomach and he sent up another prayer to Gabriel, hoping they were getting through, begging for salvation.
Henry realised he must have fallen asleep eventually, even as he had certainly thought it wasn't an option as the basement darkened around them and night fell. He woke as the room lightened again. It must have been morning. God, they'd been in the fucking basement all night and nothing. No sign of anyone, rescuers or torturers.
Henry groaned and stretched, then he sat up on his mattress and looked over to see if Iestyn was awake. His stomach growled and he groaned, frustrated. God, he hated hunger so much.