Will leaned into the touch almost unconsciously. "It's dreadful, isn't it," he said, referring to his hair. "I haven't been able to wash it properly. I probably stink." He couldn't really tell if he did or not, but he imagined so.
Iestyn watched them for a moment, still feeling like he was intruding. He wondered if this was really the same man his sister was so excited about, because right now he didn't look like a debonair man-about-town.