"Really?" Iestyn blinked. "You'd leave your nice apartment for me? I guess I could, um... get some more festive cushions or fairy lights to make you feel at home? Da would have you in a heartbeat, he wouldn't mind at all, promise. Just one more person to feed his baking to." Absolutely true. David had asked after Henry every time Iestyn came back from the hospital, and kept offering to make him food.