Henry laced his fingers in with Iestyn’s and headed back down to their room. Iestyn was right, that it was safe and warm there. Filled with their things and memories of happiness. He climbed into bed and held the covers open for Iestyn to climb into. Once his husband was in there, he wrapped his arms around the other man and pulled him close. “Come here, babe,” he said, flinging his leg over Iestyn’s to draw him even closer. He ran his fingers through Iestyn’s hair, and planted kisses to Iestyn’s hairline. “Safe enough?”