"He's here?" Will breathed, barely daring to believe it. The bad news had all he'd been able to fixate on since Clio had let him know of her mixed success; it had weighed on him like a lead anchor from the moment they'd walked silent and tense up to Tuck's door. "In... in Manhattan, even?" He was abruptly aware that he'd been clutching Clio's hand very urgently.
An unfamiliar lightness ballooned in his chest, and before he was conscious of moving, Will was on his feet, throwing his arms around around his friend in a tight hug. "You can see him. Tuck, you can see your boy."