Oh, hell. He'd forgotten Tuck had already been a few drinks deep when he'd messaged before. Should've texted straight away to let him know the change of plans, give him a chance to sober up a bit, but the dread and anticipation had been thudding so loud in his ears, his only thought had been to get here as fast as he could.
(He'd asked if it was good news. Half of it was, she'd said. Didn't need the greatest imagination to guess what that could mean. Two sons. Shit, shit, shit, he hoped he had it wrong. The fucking unfairness of it.)
Will laid a calming hand on his friend's shoulder. "Scarlet's fine, Tuck. Everything's... no one's hurt. Clio's got some news. I'm sorry, mate, I should've called ahead."