"Ahh." David tapped his fingers together. Iestyn nodded agreement with what his sister was saying, squeezing her hand supportively. He wanted this man to want them back quite a lot after all. He'd tried to convince himself that after a lifetime of silence, he didn't care either way, but he'd been fooling himself.
David glanced between the twins, and just prayed that telling them the truth wouldn't frighten them away. "She said I am a saint?" he asked, and Iestyn nodded affirmative, waiting for him to tell them more. David sighed and nodded slowly.
"So..." Iestyn prompted.
"I suppose you are owed the truth after so long," David said. "I... am a saint. Please don't leave. It's a lot to get your head around, I know. Bridget found it difficult too. I can try to explain if you'll keep an open mind."
"But not a saint, you are Saint David of Wales," Iestyn said, trying to clarify. He didn't know if he was disappointed or not. He just wanted to have a father again and not have it be weird.
David nodded, making eye contact with them both to try not to be evasive or seem dishonest. "Yyyyes. Yes. I am."