"No, no blowing my nose," Henry said, chuckling a little. He rested his forehead on Iestyn's for a moment, just letting himself breathe. For an entire month, he had thought this would never happen. He had believed Iestyn was gone from him. And then for another two weeks he had thought he was going to die. And Iestyn had thought the same; that Henry was dying painfully, far away from him, and they would never be able to see each other again.
Is there anything special you want? Name it and it's yours.
Henry dragged in a breath, suddenly ragged with emotion. Another breath. And then he was clinging to Iestyn ever so slightly. His beautiful, sweet, kind Iestyn, who wanted a garden wedding where they could see the sky, and a wow moment where their eyes locked and even in a room full of everyone they loved, no one else would exist in that second. He let out a ragged half-sob, half-laugh, because he didn't want the damn mood to be entirely ruined.
When he pulled away, a second later, his eyes were wet with tears. And he had to say something that wasn't heart breaking. All I want is you. All I dreamed about was you. I wasn't living, not really, not until you woke me up. Every painful stab through the chest when I thought of you was worth it because I had had something so perfect. And I have you again. And I don't know how to tell you what it means to me.
"Please," Henry snuffed, wiping at his eyes, "don't let my parents sing Christmas carols!"