Once he was done, Iestyn splashed water on his face. "You are stunning," he told himself, although it was a half-hearted self-affirmation. At least he made the effort.
"Alright you two, I have cereal or eggs," he said, coming out again and grabbing his robe to pull on over his pyjamas. "You'll have to go upstairs for the fancy stuff." He felt quite sure they'd been talking about him, but he didn't ask, didn't want to know.