Oh god, Iestyn's face was killing him. Henry was really glad he had come over, because this was affecting Iestyn more than he had realised. And maybe he should have expected that, but at least now he was here. "I hope so, honey," Henry said, leaning forward to kiss Iestyn's forehead. He really did hope so, because after that look of hope, Henry wasn't sure he could bear to see Iestyn's face if it was dashed. "It's absolutely possible."