Will tossed his dagger into his left hand and went through the same drill he'd just done with his right. Lunge, cut, parry, strike. The training dummy had a few little nicks in it here and there, bits of straw poking out.
He figured that Tuck wouldn't be using. At least, that's what he assumed. Last time something like this came up, Tuck had been far more wound up about it than a simple "don't wait up." But still, wasn't it kind of stupid to put himself in that position? Especially as Will had seen him delete any contacts from his phone that might end up being a temptation.
The right reply hadn't come to him at the time, so he hadn't sent one, instead frowning at his computer screen and playing late into the night. "U ok?" seemed trite, and anyway, the message really implied Tuck wasn't checking his phone.
Dan showing up in the morning had been a surprise. Will had let him in, explaining that Tuck was out but expected back soon (he hoped) and Dan decided he was going to cook something while he waited. Like father like son. Will decided he would work off some steam by stabbing a few unsuspecting training dummies right in all their figurative soft points.
When Tuck spoke, Will paused, glancing over his shoulder to take in Tuck's appearance. He didn't look like he'd been using drugs, he just looked... Was that bruising around his neck?? Will squinted slightly as he looked closer, almost taking a step towards Tuck in concern.
Except, no, no they were not bruises.
"Been having fun, have you?" Will said tightly, trying to appear unconcerned and failing.