Tuck smiled at Will going after their fashion, though it was short-lived. "Come on, love," he said, taking Will's hand. "We should go." If he was any drunker, he would have hurled himself bodily at them by now, but he was mostly sober, and he just wanted to get away from this and enjoy his night.
"Yeah, fuck off back to the home, ugly old fag! Get yourself a rent boy for the night, did you?"
That made Tuck whirl around, Squeezing Will's hand. "You want to stop," he warned them. "You really want to stop."
"I don't think I do, granddad," one of them said, stepping forward to push Tuck's chest.
"Ohhh, you shouldn't have done that," Tuck lamented, looking over at his boyfriend.