Will let Tuck in. He was grateful to be cared for honestly. He had almost forgotten that the Sheriff and the Prince were both still somewhere in the building.
There was a stool in the corner of the bedroom that was brought in for Will to sit on. He stripped off his teeshirt so that he wouldn't get hair all over it, and wrapped the towel around his shoulders. They'd done it like this sometimes years ago, in the kitchen at the old Parsonage. "I'm ready," he said sitting on the stool.