Daniel glanced back and forth between his father and Will. "Is he the person who broke your nose?" Daniel asked warily.
Tuck sort of absently raised his fingers to his nose, testing if it was still tender. It was, but it had mostly healed. "He is," Tuck acknowledged anyway. "I caught him snooping around and he wasn't thrilled about it."
Daniel poked at his lunch with his fork a few times before throwing the fork down. "Well fuck!" he exclaimed. "I don't know what do with that!"
Tuck reached out to put his hand on Daniel's shoulder. "It's alright, Dan. No matter what happens, I'll always come back."
"You know, Dad, that is really the least reassuring thing you could have said to me," Daniel explained, his voice a little wavery, "because it sounds like you expect him to kill you." Tuck made a sort of guilty face at that and Daniel's eyes widened, "oh my god, how many times has he killed you!" Then, when Tuck looked up to the roof and started counting on his fingers, Daniel flapped his hands at his father. "Stop that! Jesus Christ."