"It's going to be fine," Will agreed encouragingly, reaching out to squeeze Tuck's hand. In reality, who fucking knew how true that was, but you had to hope for the best, and Will had hidden a block of chocolate in the glove box in case of the worst.
He pulled the van up to a gentle spot and performed a lovely parallel park. The grind of the handbrake and the engine turning off seemed to signify something, and Will unbuckled and turned to Tuck in his seat.
"I am right here. I'm not going anywhere. You let me know what you want me to do, ok? Go knock on that door and say hi to Christopher." He put his hands on Tuck's upper arms and gave him a strengthening firm squeeze, then a kiss and a nod. "Go. I'm rooting for you. Go."