Much thanked all the gods that he was already most of the way home when he saw Tuck's message. All of them. Except not literally, because the fuck the gods.
But fuck the Sheriff more. Fuck him, for walking right into Tuck's church, for seeing how much of a weak spot it was for Tuck, for jabbing a knife right into it. Fuck him for knowing how much it would upset Tuck, fuck him for picking a place Much couldn't just fucking nuke.
But at least he was out in the open. At least Much knew exactly where the Sheriff was. At least he didn't have to look over his shoulder once while he sprinted his way down the street from the subway station. There was something to be had, in that. Much didn't have to be afraid of the Sheriff jumping out at him because he'd already jumped at Tuck and Marian. Which meant that all Much had to be was righteously angry.
He could definitely do that.
Much dove into the gathered congregation in the Cedar room, eyes looking for his people, finding Ruby instead. "Ruby! You seen Tuck?" He was too wound up for niceties, too worried he hadn't run fast enough and Tuck was already gone.
But Ruby said "He's in the kitchen, helping-" but Much was already moving, running backward for a few paces with both his hands pressed together in gratitude for her information, before he turned and wove at speed between two ladies with precariously balanced cups of tea and cake. He burst into the kitchen as the Sheriff was asking Tuck about alter boys.
In time to hear Marian's warning not to talk to him. Though not in time for the warning to actually sink through his ears and into his brain. He pushed past Marian and put himself half in front of her, one hand out behind him reaching to grab her arm. "What the shit are you doing here?" he asked, through his teeth.