Iestyn covered a yawn as he got in, his feet throbbing from dancing in heels. It was warm enough this evening that he'd kicked his shoes off as he came in from Jezza dropping him home, walking inside in bare feet to let them cool down a bit.
The show was going so well. Every night he settled deeper into the role, throwing himself headfirst into the performance and making the absolute most of it. He was knackered now, though, the high of performing replaced with smudged, tired eyes and the desire to fall straight into bed.
Except his light was on. He paused, for a second wondering if Henry- but no. It was Aderyn, sitting on the sofa.
"Hi," he said, dropping his bag on the ground and giving her a tired smile as he headed to the kitchen to grab a banana to snack on before bed.