Iestyn was sitting at the tiny kitchen table, drinking a coffee and smiling to himself. He loved being in this little kitchen. It felt homely and snug and safe. Alan had said they'd not long moved in here, but he couldn't have said that was true or not. It just... belonged to Alan. And Iestyn, as love-struck as he was, felt like he belonged to Alan too.
When the knock came, he wasn't sure what to do. It wasn't his house, and Alan was in the shower singing away to himself, and Will was in his room presumably, even though Iestyn couldn't have told you that except for a brief glimpse of a slouching figure scurrying out of the kitchen at his approach the night before. But then there was a second knock, so Iestyn got up and walked over to the door to open it and peer cautiously around the side of it.