"Oh, poor Frannie," Tuck breathed. The food was starting to make him feel more together, like his brain wasn't stuck in mud. He took another sip of the soup and then nodded. "He's wonderful. I felt awful making him come but I-" Tuck sighed, "if I killed myself and the Sheriff just dragged me back and I woke up in his basement I'd-" Tuck shook his head. "I couldn't risk it. But I know he's-" How was he supposed to put this delicately, "-fragile sometimes. Expressive." Francis wore every emotion on his sleeve, proudly. "He's very much in love with his husband. Very much. They're darling together."