Oi, Friar!" Much hollared from where he was waiting near a hole in the wall pizza joint, close enough to be fully immersed in the smell but not so far from the library he couldn't watch for the arrival of Friar bearing taxis. He'd been booted out of the library ten minutes earlier; other library uses had, apparently, taken offence to his overly loud reactions to the news his old friends had been spilling. He'd tried arguing with the security guard who'd told him to leave but the man wasn't interested in hearing why his colourful language was fully justified when you took into account that Marian had shagged Guy. Much didn't suppose his shoelessness had helped his argument.
But - whatever - Tuck was here now and Much barrelled through the crowd on the street toward him, and without slowing at all, hit him fill tilt, wrapping his arms around the old man and lifting him bodily into the air. "You godsend - how the f are ya?"