Iestyn followed Henry out, his head feeling cloudy and heavy. The chill of the air did come a little way towards sharpening him up though, even if he couldn't shake his fear. He nodded to Henry's words, and sat down quietly, trying to remember the mindfulness stuff he'd been taught. One thing he could see- the stars. What was the rest of it? Two things he could smell? Or hear? God, he couldn't remember.
So what could he hear? The rumble of traffic. His own uneven breathing. He could feel his heart in his chest, slowly slowing down back to a more easy pace. He could feel the seat beneath him, and the warmth of Henry beside him. He swallowed, and unclenched one hand enough that he could cling to one of Henry's.