Iestyn blinked and looked down at the bag of food. "Okay," he said, and he just felt so impossibly tired. Tired of the constant worry and the low-level fear that was omnipresent in his whole life. He'd had a little hope that he was finally free of it, but that hope was gone. If it wasn't one thing, it was another.
He grabbed the food he'd ordered for himself and went to sit down on the sofa, slouching down deep into it so he could eat his fries in the most lazy way possible.