Back. To Hermes and Peitho. It was a like a shard of ice in his heart to hear that. God.
Well fuck the lemon honey drink then. "Let's get your trousers off, sweetheart," Tuck said, standing so he could move to a supportive position in front of his boyfriend. "Up we go," he unbuttoned Will's trousers and helped him get them off. "Alright, up into the bed," he said, helping Will shift back against the pillows. Tuck climbed in straight afterwards, pulling the blankets over both of them and then he pulled Will against him so the other man could cry in his arms.
"I have you, my love. You're here with me, I've got you."