Alan felt wretched that he'd been out on a date while his friend was getting beaten up by Guy. (Fucking Guy!) So now that he was home he was trying to be the attentive nurse-maid Tuck had put out a call for, just without the fucking.
Alan, for all his slutty ways, did not screw the crew. Mostly. Usually. (Look, occasionally wine happened and then other things happened, but not for a very long time. Alan didn't think anything that started with drinking had to count towards any Crew Screwing counts. It was just best to avoid all romantic entanglements when these were the men he had to rely on in a fight.)
So instead Alan had collected tea for Tuck, and made sure dinner was arriving, and generally being ready for whatever his old friend needed. Right now that involved cleaning up a lot of the trashed place, because he didn't want Tuck bending.