"I guess I'll try it and see," he muttered. He did not want to keep waking Will in the middle of the night because he'd had a nightmare, nor did he want Will to be or feel responsible for his emotional health. That was his own job. Well and maybe a therapist's...
"I have to talk to someone about it though. Last time I just hid it all away and now-" Tuck waved his hands towards the kitchen floor. "And this new stuff- Much, I hate that we weren't there for you. I hate it."