Iestyn smiled at Henry. God, he was a great friend. "I have a friend called Joey who lives like that, he helped me. Addy and I did a drag performance once, and it was so amazing. I loved it so much. And the same night, I met Alan, and we weren't together all that long but..." He shrugged. "I really was in love with him. But he dumped me, and it turned to shit, and then we were taken."
He looked down at his hands, fiddling with a fry in the ketchup. Drawing abstract curves in it. "On Friday I got a little drunk and went home with my physiotherapist. He hit on me and took me out and we had a nice time, but... I got home and Addy was so mad at him, for like... ethical reasons, but. I feel like I can't even do a one night stand right. Can't even pick a guy to have forgettable sex with, without endangering someone's job. I just wanted to prove to myself that I could, without having a panic attack. And I can, the therapy is working. Apparently."