Iestyn shrugged. Good was so relative. The pain of losing Henry was still so near and raw, even tho he had kind of hoped Henry would read his post and think Iestyn was doing way better emotionally than he really was. "I miss him so much," he said, his voice low. "Knowing that if I so much as talk to him, I could sign his death warrant- that sucks. So hard."
He was so tired. He wished Lucifer had been the one to make a repeat performance of his donut choke.