The sheriff absolutely jumped as the kit hit the bars. He wasn't proud of just how quickly he reached in through the bars to snatch it and kind of dart away either.
But Stutely was big and angry, he wasn't taking his chances.
Malcolm handed Tuck the kit, and then he turned to Marian. "I'm going to head out now, so I think it's best if you're in your cell. I'll bring the pills down once I get back," he said, shooing her into her cell and shutting it.
Tuck watched as Malcolm left, closing the door behind him. He waited until the man's footsteps faded away, and then he turned around to throw his arms around Will's shoulders and bury his face in his boyfriend's neck. Putting boxers on could wait, surely.
"God, I love you," he breathed, clinging hard. "I want to kiss you but I'm sure my breath is rank." He hated not brushing his teeth and it had been a week.