Again, Will slept better than he did when he slept alone. He didn't quite consciously put that connection together yet, he just knew he felt better than before, despite his bruised and throbbing shoulder.
He turned over on the thin mattress, looking at Tuck to see if he was awake. He wished the light falling across him was from sunlight in the morning, not the harsh glare of fluorescent lights, but he could pretend.