Henry wasn’t entirely convinced, but it helped that Iestyn didn’t think so. Henry reached out to take Iestyn’s hand and lace his fingers into Iestyn’s. He started walking them up to the kitchen so he could make them both omelettes. They needed something more substantial than cereal in their stomachs.
Once he was settled into making breakfast, he started talking again. “I feel like- Like all I could think about while it was happening was ‘this is why you suffered’. Maybe it’s just a fucked up trauma response,” he said while chopping up some onion. “I don’t know. It was awful. It was fucking awful.”