Tuck watched Will, a completely forlorn look on his face. Fuck, he fucked everything up.
He turned off the light and lay there for awhile, the pressure in his chest festering. Eventually he couldn't stand it anymore, lying there in the dark, going over and over in his head what he should have said.
Or shouldn't have said.
He carefully slipped out of bed, trying hard to be as quiet as possible. He grabbed his bathrobe from the back of the door and slipped out of his bedroom, closing the door behind him.
It was a well known path, from his bed to the fridge, and he could walk it in the dark. He opened the fridge and grabbed a beer, taking it to the sofa with him so he could collapse onto it and drink. Just one. He still had to drive Will to work in a few hours.