"Thanks." Iestyn's head was starting to ache from the strain. He looked at his sandwich, like Henry giving it a poke to make sure there wasn't anything weird in it. Then, starting with the corner, he began to take small bites. He hadn't eaten in so many hours and it was better not to get the bread go crusty, and it was something to do with his mouth that wasn't thinking of things to say.
Henry was putting space between them, and that didn't go unnoticed. Iestyn stared at the ground as he chewed in silence. It was Iestyn's fault for not letting Henry stand up for himself. He'd given in too easily. He'd been so pathetically weak. More tears dripped off the edge of his chin as he ate, wondering if he was capable of defending himself at all anymore.