"This is coffee four," Tuck admitted, though his chuckle died in his throat when Will grasped at his arm. "Hey. You're alright," he soothed, trying to be quiet since Will didn't really like being coddled at all, least of all in front of someone he didn't know. Tuck laid his hand over Will's. "You're as bad as me. I jumped at every sound last night. And my parsonage is not a quiet house. Especially not with Much tromping around."