"Mate. I'll get you a whole fucking patch of them. We'll plant them here and eat them all the live-long day." Will nodded at Much's tidy work. It was only temporary anyway, just to ease the initial shock. Once people had had a chance to see him, they could put him on ice until he... came back.
Together they got the shirt onto Tuck, and who would have thought that would be so damn difficult? It was awkward and undignified work. At least Tuck's joints still were capable of bending, there was that. Then they carried him through to the bedroom, and Will rolled up a hand towel and tucked it under Tuck's chin to make sure it didn't fall open and look a little grotesque.
"So. We've gotta tell everyone. Are you going to post it or shall I?"
And Francis needed to be seen to as well. The poor man had been left alone for long enough.