"I think the ratio of bird to person was getting greater the longer the sermon went. I hope you won't have to clean too much shit off the path." Will looked at Tuck, rewarding Tuck's smile with a beam of his own. "Maybe he'd thank you if you gave him nothing but a hug and sincere gratitude. It would be much easier to arrange. You give good hugs when you're not sinking into your cups." He wondered what level of residual drunk to hungover Tuck was, and if he offered a proper hug of his own if Tuck would cry with gratitude again.