"I'm fine, thank you," Iestyn said, leaning by the counter and sipping his coffee.
Will had forgotten that the last time Tuck saw him, he was incapable of sitting up without wanting to hurl. He managed half a smile as Tuck sat down.
"Yes, the cheek of you. And what number coffee is this for you today?" He gratefully poured out his own drink, adding one spoon of sugar and then yawning so widely his jaw cracked. He reached out to clasp Tuck's arm for reassurance.