Tuck let himself breathe for a moment, before he slowly sat down, his body aching. "Will," he said, turning to look at his former comrade, his name uttered like a breath of relief. "You're here. You sound thirsty, here-" Tuck made to stand up and head to the sink, but then he grunted and slowly sat back down again, his hand on his chest. "Mm. Maybe in a second," he gritted out between his teeth. "It's been...a long few days." He knew Will would have heard the screaming. The begging. The show he had put on for sympathy.