Tuck screamed and shouted all the way down the hall, begging the sheriff to stop. Begging Will to help him. Pleading with anyone who would listen for help. Until the second door - the soundproof one closed, and then Malcolm let him go. He stood and grinned at his comrade, granting him thumbs up. "I guess we should go record some lines, hmm?" he said, chuckling.
"And then you need a shower," Malcolm said, his nose wrinkling.
"Yeah, yeah," Tuck laughed. He wasn't surprised Will had had a slide back, but it wasn't bad. It meant they could show him what backslides risked in the end.