God... space. Space was going to be the death of them all.
"Take Francis then," Much said, feeling sick to his stomach about all of this, hating the fact that Tuck was leaving, and biting back from saying something really, really awful about Tuck making a choice and Much not stopping him and how he was super looking forward to finding him at the bottom of the cliff in the morning.
He could go back to his room, but he didn't want to risk running into Marian, so since Tuck was fucking off anyway, he was going to stay right here. Much sat down hard in the pew and buried his face in his arms on the back of the pew in front of him.