"Maybe it's squeaky because you're scared?" Henry asked gently. "And maybe it's squeaky because some complete asshole did something awful to you, but...you still have a voice. And if singing was something you loved, he shouldn't get to take that from you. Surely it's about the act, not how it sounds?" Unless Iestyn was performing, of course. "What about Christmas carols? You don't have to join in if you don't want to," Henry said, and then he started singing. First Noel was first up because it was simple and it was the first thing he thought of. Henry's voice rang out, echoing off the walls pleasantly as he sang.