Much finally took his eyes off the ceiling when Tuck broke into his periphery, looking at him for a long, utterly blank moment before he took the glass. He didn't drink from it though, that would have required sitting up, and he wasn't going to do that. Much set the glass on his chest, staring at the patterns of light in the water. He couldn't stop ruminating on how much easier life had been in that goddamn park.
"M'fan-bloody-tastic," Much said, voice flat as an iron, but without the heat. "Who doesn't love being forced into the back of a car 'gainst their will."