It was a little odd, to be pottering about with a baby while Tuck went out and about on a rescue mission, but it really wasn't a good idea to take a child on adventures in abandoned hospitals searching for demon witches. So Will played the dutiful dad and stayed home, restlessly tidying in interrupted, abortive spurts, starting one thing and then side-tracking to something else. By the time Tuck returned, Will was on the computer, tapping away at the keyboard while Evie sat in his lap, gumming away on a plastic ring.
"Hey, any luck?" he replied, halfway glancing around, but unable to stop playing until he either died or won, which wasn't that always the way in life?