Tuck glanced over at Will on the computer with Evie on his lap, and he smiled a little. The expression was sad, but affectionate. "No luck," he said, rising from where he had knelt to snuggle Flora.
"I'm going to go take a shower really quick while you finish that," Tuck said, moving to kiss Will on top of his head. "I feel...like I have collected a decade's worth of grime." He wanted a hug, but not while he felt like he was covered in lichens.
He excused himself to shower off the day, and returned smelling faintly of coconuts. He felt a little better, dressed in his lounge pants and a long sweater, stretched out and worn from years of use. "All done?" he asked, emerging into the lounge room. "I'm starved. Have you eaten? How's my baby girl?"