Will knew it, of course. Tuck wore his heart on his sleeve, it was all out there and plain to see, it didn't need to be said. Didn't need to be, but Tuck being Tuck, he said it all the same, whispered it into the hug like it was a secret bursting to be told. And Will – knowing full well the truth of it – even so felt something tighten in his chest, his lungs pressing into his ribs like they couldn't rightly remember how they fit there. It ached, but maybe it wasn't a bad ache. Caught for words, he answered Tuck with a pat on the back, no less heartfelt for its awkwardness.
"I'm rapt," he admitted after Tuck released him, though that probably didn't need to be said either. Then, with a small grin, cos he knew the answer to this one too, "D'you want to hold her?"