Will was watching Tuck, trying to guess his feelings in the moonlight. "I don't like it either," he said, guessing that his reaction was the same as Marian's had been. "But I want to be her friend, to give her an out if she ever wants to take it. And that requires swallowing the lumps." He shuffled over to nestle against Tuck's chest, happy to take the comfort that was offered.
"Alan says I should pursue her. The course of true love never runs smooth, or something. But she said no, right? No means no."