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Friar Tuck Everlasting (friartuck) wrote in nevermore_logs,

Tuck watched Will leave the room and he felt dreadful about it. At least he didn't feel guilty about this though. He had truly heard that Will didn't blame him.

Tuck rose from the bed with a grunt, and he moved out into the kitchen where Will was angrily making tea. "Babe," he muttered, "I know it's awful. I-" he'd been about to say something else, and try to help Will through this even though that was hardly what Will wanted. It was second nature to try to reassure his husband, even if it was about his own sexual assault.

Except he had spied an apple in the fruit bowl. And he cut off his words by grabbing it, lightning quick, and shoving it into his mouth. He ate it so quickly, like he had attacked food when he was being starved by the sheriff.