"Hmm?" Henry got a little caught up, watching Iestyn do his hair, and then he glanced down at his feet. "Oh fuck! Fuck it, I'll wear my flip flops!" He dashed over to the door to slip his feet in, and then grabbed his keys. "Come on then, buckaroo," he winked at his husband. "Saddle up! Okay I'm not super proud of that one."