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Friar Tuck Everlasting ([info]friartuck) wrote in [info]nevermore_logs,
Tuck's hand grip firmed on wills, and his expression was a mix of relief and gratefulness.

There were specifics he was going to have to speak about, but he just couldn't yet. He felt wrung out and violated...and hungry. So, so hungry. He wasn't sure how he could be thinking about food, but god, he was.

There was a knock at the front door, and then Francis stepped through. He headed back to the bathroom to find the pair of them. "Hi, Michael, hello, Will," he said gently. "Ah, let's get you out of there, darling. You're going to wrinkle. Do you need help?"

"Frannie," Tuck breathed his name like relief. He nodded, "I need help. Everything hurts."

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