"Wow, this is really nice, I can see why," Iestyn said, stepping out. He took a deep breath and sat down. It did feel better to take a breather. He unconsciously found himself watching the hem of Joey's dress as it blew in the breeze. Without Patrick there, as lovely as he was, he felt a bit less like the holy ghost was breathing down his neck. He wanted to ask Joey more questions but he didn't know how to start, and there was his deep fear that he was most worried about too, aside from his sister having to suffer as well...