"I ate on the plane, and I have my coffee." Iestyn took the cup and sipped it with a satisfied sigh. "I just want to crash, honestly. I couldn't sleep at all, I was just anticipating getting here. It's so good to be home." For the first time, Iestyn was properly consciously thinking of America as his home. Somehow he'd always sort of held on to Wales as the motherland, but now, he was just content to be back with the person he loved.