Henry wanted to argue that trauma was different. His wasn't trauma, it was just being a useless shit. But what good would arguing do. And why did he want to argue with the boy he liked, for liking him back? Surely Iestyn could come to that realisation himself if he was going to.
"Fair enough," he said instead. "So I guess...tell me more about yourself? What about the Iestyn from Wales. What were his hobbies?"