Tuck watched Marian carefully, and after she handed Will the towel he said, "thanks, love. For the clothes," though he meant 'for absolutely fucking everything'.
When Will stepped out of the water, Tuck stepped in. He used the soap, washing away a week of sweat and grime. He was a little horrified to see just how dirty the water was as it swirled its way into the drain, but at least he would be clean soon. He made sure to wash everywhere, even using soap on his hair since he didn't have any shampoo.
Afterwards, he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, heading back to his cell, when a thought struck him. "Malcolm. Scarlet needs tending to as well. His leg. He needs it properly wrapped as well as antibiotics. Can I help him too. Please?" he tried a bit of that shameful begging, since it seemed that was what Malcolm wanted.
"Fine, whatever," Malcolm opened up Will's cell again and let Tuck in. Then he went into Tuck's cell and passed through the clothes Marian had laid out and he went to fetch the first aid kit, though that meant talking to Stutely...
"Can you pass me the kit?" he asked, not looking Stutely in the eye.
Tuck, for his part, was now hovering near the door of Will's cell, willing the goddamn sheriff to leave, because every muscle in his body was itching to go hug his boyfriend and he could. He was going to spend two hours in the same cell. He couldn't believe his luck. Well. Of sorts.