Will took a breath and frowned, but he left it at that. He couldn't think critically about it all right at this minute. Tuck was being sympathetic and Will didn't know how to take it all.
They talked on and off over the next little hour or so, making light conversation or playing word games or guessing games to pass the time. It was pleasant, even, at times. Eventually Will got up and began to pace back and forth along the length of his cell, trying to keep his body active. He could let himself get stiff and sore, and walking or jogging took his mind off the growing pain in his side. Eventually, he was visibly favouring one side and his pace slowed, but he had to keep himself going until the food came. Just had to.