"Between the two of you, there's no helping it," Iestyn said with a sigh, and shook his head. "Alright, fine, I'm up! Just need to heed the call of nature first." He kissed them both on the cheek, and slid out of bed to duck into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Once he was alone, he let out a long breath. God... things were... fucked up. He still felt off. Leaning on the edge of the sink, he looked at himself in the mirror, scrunching up his eyes a moment, then opening them again. He still looked like him, alright. He didn't have "reprobate" stamped on his forehead. He lifted a hand to pull down on his lower eyelids, then slap himself on the cheek.
"Nobody is going to get you," he whispered to himself. "You're alright."