David put his arm around Aderyn's shoulders, keeping sure to keep his doughy fingers from touching her clothes, and kissed the top of her head. "Hello sweetheart. Is he sleeping?" he asked.
The depths of Iestyn's heartbreak was a little disconcerting. David didn't really know how to deal with it other than be present and supportive, so he clung to the thing he did know how to do, and that was dedicate his heart to prayer. He'd been on a restricted diet for weeks now, cleverly hiding it from the others by moving food around his plate, insisting he'd already eaten, and wearing loose clothes, although that last wasn't quite out of the ordinary. It had kept Patrick and George from asking pointed questions anyway, so far. He didn't want their judgement of it, and it made him feel like he had some control over what happened in his life.