WHO Iestyn Ceredig, Henry Claus WHEN Friday evening WHERE Henry’s place WHAT just two lads hanging out WARNINGS tba
Iestyn was kind of, in a way, glad that his physio had creeped on him, because it had given him something to open up to Henry about, which had lead to some very nice kissing.
He was up in his room by himself. Addy was out with Rhannon. He felt bad about how hard Addy was taking her fight with Will, wished he could do something about it, but it was difficult. As if he was about to confront someone a head taller than he was about a relationship he had no business sticking his nose in.
He’d been out alone today, picking his way through some thrift stores. He’d found an adorable onesie that he couldn’t resist, and hidden it away for the baby shower, but he’d actually been looking for clothes for himself. As he unfolded the fabric in his room in front of the mirror, he looked at his reflection.
Maybe he still looked a little underfed. He still bore the scars of his horrific experience, but he’d come to not flinch every time he spied them now. As he buttoned up the floral blouse and pulled on the tights and the grey pencil skirt, he turned in the mirror to look at himself. Funny how just an outfit could change his posture, change the way he held himself, change the way he carried his head. He still looked kind of square, but he thought the skirt make his butt look nice, and hoped Henry would think the same. He was going to wear this across town to surprise Henry.
He pulled on one of his father’s cable-knit jerseys, and a long winter coat, which disguised most of what he was wearing, other than a little bit of tights above his waterproof boots. Wrapping up in a scarf and beanie, he felt ready to brave the outside world.
By the time he reached Henry’s apartment, he was regretting the tights. His knees were so cold and wet from being splashed by passing vehicles he thought they were about to fall off. But he’d wanted to wear the skirt, and Henry would be so impressed. He stood on the doormat, shifting from foot to foot to try and warm up, waiting for the door to be opened.