"No, Joey's here, he brought me some to try." Iestyn looked at himself in the mirror, smoothing the dress down, and chewed his lip anxiously. "Do I look alright? I mean-" He hands went to the width of his shoulders and waist. He didn't fill the dress out in the way the designer had intended. He tried to fix his hair, raking it forward with his fingers so there was a bit more framing his face. He hadn't had a proper cut in a while so it was starting to curl a little bit around his ears and the nape of his neck anyway.
David sat down again, heavily, and closed his eyes just for a moment to pull himself together. "He'll be alright," he said, partly to reassure Joey, and partly out of blind faith. "He has to be alright."