Will had heard the performance Tuck had put on. He hadn't heard anybody else, because he'd been listening, specifically. Just Tuck, echoing down the corridor. He licked his lips, frowning a little at Tuck's display of pain. "I'm- where the fuck else'd I be," he croaked. "You're the one who's here."
When the Sheriff had held them previously, he'd sung songs just to be annoying and to keep their spirits up. This time, he'd been silent. He felt too relaxed and drowsy to try to maintain a campaign of annoyance.