"Yeah, a movie..." A movie would be ok, a movie didn't require talking. They could just sit and watch and chill and it'd be okay. Iestyn nodded, shifting on the sofa to get more comfortable. His gaze fell on the glass of wine that stood abandoned, but he suddenly really couldn't have wanted it less.
What a confusing burst of emotion. He felt wrung out and tired, and more than happy just to sit here for a little while and process.