Will had come by after work as promised, but he'd been told that Tuck was in such a bad shape that he didn't want to wake him. Instead he'd just hung around in the kitchen and played on his phone, waiting for Tuck to show his miserable face.
And yeah, Tuck looked pretty bad. Unshaven and hollow-eyed, and surprised to wee Will. Will got up and steered Tuck to a chair, then placed the Tylenol and Gatorade in front of him.
"I got you a treat," he said, and went to reheat the kettle.