Tuck stretched out a hand towards him, and all Stutely could think of was that last time he'd seen the Friar alive. When he'd laid his gnawing shame bare and the only thing, the only thing Tuck had asked was if he could give him a hug. How Tuck had clung to him for a just moment, as though he could anchor him there through pure force of will.
Tuck looked like he needed a hug of his own right now.
Stutely moved in and wrapped his arms around his friend in a brief but heartfelt embrace. "Good to have you back, Friar."