"Well," Will began, and faltered, and lapsed into an awkward shrug of the shoulders. "I mean," he tried again, "yeah, 'course, it's..." Another shrug. Clio muttered something under her breath, and he had a strong feeling she'd just rolled her eyes at him. But he didn't know how else to say it! Tuck— just— every step of the way, he'd been there, above and beyond, and— like— Hell, maybe Will ought to have saved up that hug, kept it for now. Not that he could hug Tuck with his arms full of baby, but argh—
The knot of emotion was pressing inside his chest still, impossible to properly articulate, and he finally settled for reaching out and giving Tuck's shoulder a warm squeeze. "Brothers," he agreed.