WHO: Friar Tuck, Will Scarlet, Daniel Collins, Billie-Joy Collins WHEN: Thursday afternoon WHERE: Daniel and Bee's WHAT: Reunionnnsssss WARNINGS: Talk of transphobia and religious fundieism?
Tuck hadn't slept at all. Not since hearing his son Christopher was in the city. He had an address, which was written on a slip of paper he had been clutching in his hand so long, it was kind of damp. He hadn't eaten much either, his stomach far too full of butterflies to fit any food in there. When Will had arrived at his house for the drive over, he had found Tuck at the end of a good four-hour pacing session, where he had been practicing what he was going to say under his breath the entire time.
He was fairly sure whatever he said, it was going to come out really stupid.
He had tried on about five different outfits, until he begged Will to dress him so he didn't have to think about it. By the time they finally made their way to the van, Tuck was fighting with himself internally not to just call the whole thing off.
He made Will drive. His leg jiggled the entire way there. He wrung his hands and tried to go over what he was going to say again and again until he was so lost in his own head, that when the van hit a bump, Tuck was jerked back into reality and he screamed. "Fuck," he put his hand over his heart and he glanced, apologetically, at his boyfriend. "Shit, Will, I'm sorry. I'm a mess."