The tour of the UK had been nothing short of amazing. Iestyn had tried to absorb everything, every performance, watching the local performances, trying to learn as much as he could and not waste a second. Of course he missed Henry and his family, but the momentum had kept him going right up until the last day to not stress out about home too much. As soon as the tour was over, however, Iestyn missed Henry like an ache. Video chat was all well and good, but it wasn't a tight embrace from his favourite person.
When he spotted Henry at the airport, he let out a yelp of delight and ran to hug him, only realising at the last moment that there was a cup to avoid spilling as he wrapped his arms around his husband. "Oh my god I've missed yooou," he cried, pressing his face into Henry's shoulder.