InsaneJournal

The moment Tuck escaped from the Lyft he had called to Rex's place, he stumbled up the path to the parsonage, and he threw up in a bush. He felt awful and disgusted and a kind of all over numbness which fogged his mind. Trying to reach for any thoughts that weren't 'oh god why' was like trying to catch smoke. So he lay there for a time, as the sky lightened, smelling sick in his nose, his body throbbing with pain.

He had to move. He had to get inside.

Tuck groaned as he rose, stumbling to the door. He was filthy and he knew it, and all he wanted was to climb into his bathtub and sit under the water. God, maybe he should run a bath and let himself drown.

The only reason he didn't, was because the thought of Will finding him like that was too painful.

Instead, Tuck slipped inside quietly, padding as silently as he could to the ensuite bathroom. He didn't notice Flora, their wee dog, sit up excitedly as he did so. He just shucked his clothes onto the floor, planning to burn them and the disgusting stains that were no doubt inside later. He turned the shower on and climbed into the tub, sitting under the stream with his arms around his knees. He didn't notice he was shaking, or the awful pink swirl of water making it's way from between his legs to the drain. He just sat there and tried not to scream.

In the bedroom, Flora was now bouncing all over Will, because Tuck was home and he hadn't patted her. Someone was going to take up the slack, so she nosed him until he awoke