"And what a charming fortress it is." Will was as happy to get out of the Parsonage as he was unable to fully leave it. He'd only been home to sleep in his own bed once since Tuck had died. He felt bad for abandoning Alan, but he at least had his boyfriend to keep him company.
He was on the doorstep in a plain burgundy short-sleeved button-down shirt and jeans, with a bottle in his hand that he'd carried carefully from its hiding place in the back of Tuck's cupboard with the other few bottles that remained. "This," he said, holding it up, "is the good shit."