Will had missed most of the service; he'd spent most of it making a watchful patrol of the church and parsonage grounds, keeping a suspicious eye out for any unwanted incursions. The Sheriff hadn't shown his face here again after the day he'd beaten Tuck bloody, but Will wasn't taking any chances, not when it came to his friend's safety. Out of all of them, Tuck was the only one who could never truly hide from the Sheriff, not while he had his parish.
But the streets were clear and the Sheriff was nowhere to be seen, only regular mortals out enjoying the early autumn sun, and as the last of the congregation trickled out, Will had slipped back inside the church, to be met at once by a positively beaming Tuck. (Tuck had been doing a lot more of that lately. It was nice to see.)
"Wh— here?" A surprised grin tugged at his face. "Mate, of course I do! Lead on!"
He'd spoken to Daniel a little bit online the other night. He'd felt a bit weird about it at first – he was never entirely at his ease having conversations over text, and he hadn't wanted to say the wrong thing and give the lad second thoughts – but Daniel had come across warm and thoughtful and eager to know more about Tuck, and they'd fallen to talking with unexpected easiness. He was his father's son, that was for certain.