Iestyn shifted slowly as Addy spoke, so as not to interrupt, settling into a better seating position. The glow of the laughter had faded somewhat with Addy's words. He was trying to take it all in, paying close attention so he could remember everything.
"Bipolar three? What does that mean for you? I didn't know there were types of bipolar?" Bipolar. Iestyn wasn't hugely informed on the topic but he'd read over Henry's shoulder when he was studying and he at least knew of the basic concept. Perhaps it went a ways towards explaining a lot of Addy's behaviour in the past, if he thought back over it. How tough for her, to have lived so long without diagnosis.