Will cast a lingering look at Marian as she was locked safely away again, and then Tuck was pulling him into a close embrace, and it felt really nice to be touching someone like this again. "I do not care about breath right now," he said, holding onto Tuck tightly for two reasons. It had been two weeks without a toothbrush or a shave for him. He felt fuzzy all over. "I need to sit, please, now."
His bed had a new blanket on it, that didn't look like a threadbare reject from the 1970s. It looked warmer and more comfortable.
Just. How long was this going to last? Would the Sheriff even come back with those pills at all?