Tuck liked her too. She was protecting his son, and for that he immediately adored her. They moved together into the lounge and sat, Tuck beside Will.
Of course now he had to try to figure out how to goddamn answer that question. About where he had been. About why he had been kept away. And if he was honest about it, it meant talking badly about his ex-wife, and he didn't know how Daniel's relationship with her was. Was Daniel going to get angry if Tuck explained that he had been kept from his kids?
"That's-difficult to explain-" he sort of stumbled.
Daniel leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "I watched you die," he admitted, his voice quiet. Haunted. "I was in the church window. I saw- The bullet hit you in the head-"
Tuck squeezed his eyes shut at the shudder of revulsion that hit him, knowing his son had seen him die. "Oh, Christ," Tuck whispered. "You saw that? Chr-Daniel, I- I'm so sorry."
"You were trying to save people," Daniel said, shaking his head. "So you died, and?"
Tuck wasn't even aware anyone else was in the room while he watched every expression on Daniel's face. "And because of who I am, I came back again. Three weeks later. And I went home, and- I'm sorry, this...this isn't going to be easy to hear. Your mother didn't know who I was. I should have told her. She was terrified and she-" Tuck decided to leave out the 'she beat me unconscious' part, "she wouldn't let me see you. She took you away from me and changed your names."
For Daniel, finding out he should have only missed his father for three weeks and not thirty goddamn years, all he could do was chew on the inside of his lip, and try not to scream.