David rose to greet Joey, clasping his hand warmly. "Are you well?" he asked.
Iestyn lifted his head a little from where he had been thinking about dozing off. "Hello," he said, his own voice just as weak and damaged. He was a little relieved to see Joey, in a way. Joey knew what it was like to go through all that stuff. He didn't have to pretend or withhold anything with him.