Iestyn was tired. He'd been rehearsing all day for the new number to perform that week, the lead up to Christmas being a very busy time for them. It did mean he was almost exhausted by the time he got home.
"Hey," he greeted with a sigh as he got in, dropping his bag on the floor and heading over to the sofa with the intention of collapsing onto it and letting Henry pet his head for a minute or two. Instead, that monkey was there again, and as he went to fall down, the little creep hissed at him. Iestyn stopped short and stared at Potato Pie, non-plussed. "Stop it!"