Much let Tuck take his hand, and when Tuck insisted he was alright, Much gripped it back. He remembered Tuck after Chicago, but the eighties had been such a party, such a road trip decade, he hadn't wanted to look too close and see any of the sadness Tuck was trying to hide.
"If you wanna tell it," he said, using his free hand to pour them both another drink. Tuck wasn't hiding his sadness anymore, and while Much might not be great at facing his own, he knew he could bear witness to Tuck's.