Iestyn checked himself hopefully in the mirror before he left the house. He had been so up and down about his relationship for the past week, terrified and hopeful, that it had made him a bit snappish with people around him, and scared to say his fears aloud in case they proved to be true.
He wasn't silly. He knew there was something up. He'd offered- wanted- to be there to support Alan through the death of his friend, but Alan hadn't wanted him to, and he felt like maybe... maybe the writing was on the wall. Or maybe he would perk up, how that Tuck was back? He was glad to get the message from Alan, because he'd missed getting messages from him, those little lyrics and love notes all through the day.
As he arrived at the park, walking with quick steps towards the statue- to see Alan's shoulders slumped, a bouquet across his lap. Iestyn's steps faltered. Maybe he should just run away. Avoid the situation. Maybe he could change Alan's mind.
"Hi," he said, standing by the base of the statue, lifting his hand. Please don't break up with me. He gave Alan a hopeful kind of smile. "I've missed you."