"Yeah. It does." Will rubbed his nose with the back of his hand, and felt at least satisfied that Tuck was unharmed and hadn't fallen off the wagon. With that relief came a feeling of irritation that he'd been made to worry in the first place, and he turned back to the dummy to start again with his drill.
"I thought you'd deleted Codeine's number anyway," he grunted, sticking the blade into the dummy's straw-filled ribs.