There weren't many better ways to kill Much's anger (at Will, at least) than with a hearty dose of raw emotion. Tuck might have been undressed, but Will, curled so carefully around Tuck, was the one who was more naked than Much'd ever seen.
"Fuck," he said, his brain ignoring the direction Will's question what if Tuck was going in because it couldn't think about that. "Alright - We do it together," he said. Promised. Swore.