Iestyn wished he could make this all better. Henry's crying made him cry too, though silently, tears leaking down his cheeks. He wanted to reach out and hold Henry, but he didn't know if Henry wanted that, and he wasn't sure he wanted that. Gingerly, he reached out and rested his hand lightly on Henry's back, waiting to see if Henry flinched before he stroked his back gently to soothe him.