"No, I-" Daniel looked up from his phone for a second. "Don't tell me who you are yet. Wait. Wait until Michaela gets, here, I don't want to know before her. I'm going to go call her and get her up to speed, alright? I'll be right back. Dad," he said, standing and moving to hug Tuck again. "I'm so glad you're here."
Tuck, who had started crying even harder at being called 'dad', hugged Daniel back, and then watched him step into the next room to call his sister. Then he used the tissue Will had slipped him for a second, before turning to Billie. "The paintings are incredible. He was always artistic," Tuck sniffled. "I run a church, but it's not- It's not your typical church at all. Fundies would be very uncomfortable there. We focus on charity and inclusion. Over half the congregation is queer. I'm just- I'm so happy they're alright," he told Billie. "All I've been hoping for years, is that they were happy."