It was his medication though. It was his responsibility and he fucked up. Henry planted a kiss on top of Iestyn’s hair, and then he went back to cook the eggs and assemble the omelettes. He finally carried a plate over and set it next to Iestyn. Climbing into the chair beside his husband, Henry said, “there, babe. Eat something. You might feel a little better. Physically, anyway.” Henry worried so much about Iestyn. All of this was going to affect him greatly. “I love you,” he said quietly. He sort of said it as an aside, but he felt like it was important. “I’m here. Whatever that means.”