Will listened to Tuck talk to Much, and holy shitballs it was good to hear Much's voice. But he did not want to look weak in front of the guys when they arrived. He wanted to walk out of this cage, unbowed and unbroken by the Sheriff's punishment.
As Tuck came over, Will pushed his arms up underneath him, determined to hold himself up to drink, no matter how shaky and dehydrated he was. "You need to drink too," he said, taking a mouthful of the hot chocolate. The flavour was so intense and warming after so long spent eating porridge.