Henry watched Iestyn go, and then he was alone in the room and the seriousness of the situation stole his breath away. The living room of his apartment suddenly felt so big and lonely and he wrapped his arms around himself. Oh god, he- He was losing Iestyn. He was losing the best thing that had ever happened to him.
He balled his fist up into his shirt, over his heart and he couldn't stop crying. His head pounded and his throat was sore, but that was nothing. His heart was shattered and that was worse.
With a groan, he stumbled up out of the living room and into the kitchen so he could flick the kettle on. They needed something to soothe their nerves. Tea. They needed to replace all the fucking water they were crying out too. "I'm in the kitchen!" he called out, so Iestyn didn't wander in and find him gone. Though if Iestyn didn't come back soon Henry was going to have to go check on him. Lucifer couldn't keep him from taking care of Iestyn for one more night.