Ioan slouched in the chair, stretching his long legs out in front of him. Being in the car for hours on the drive from Talgarth and then sitting in the bar had made him a little stiff. He was used to walking every day, several miles into hilly terrain and in better weather. Sometimes, since coming back, rain made him feel much older than seventeen. He rubbed the heels of his hands along his thighs roughly to make the discomfort go away and nodded.
To some extent, he could understand the idea of seeing multiple people. He wasn't sure he'd ever be that person, if only because he'd watched his mother and father together too much. They were blissfully happy most of the time, almost annoyingly so according to a younger Ioan, and that was what he wanted. But with the war just over, so much would change.
Then a thought hit him. "What happened to Constantine? Weren't you and he close at the end of last year? I mean, the year before the war really started?"