Henry reached out immediately, gripping on to Iestyn's hand like a lifeline. He hated that Iestyn couldn't hold him right now, but god, at least they could still touch. It was the only thing keeping him from completely losing it. "I- it was-" Henry was still breathing erratically, still crying, his chest still felt like it was cracking in two. "Iestyn," he whispered, "I don't want to do this anymore." Not that he had ever wanted to do it.