The back door clicked shut, and Tuck's voice called out a greeting, and Will pinched the bridge of his nose in consternation. Not now, Jesus Christ, not now. But it was too late to make an escape, because Tuck was already stepping through into the bar, the smile on his face already fading into alarm, fucking fuck.
"'M fine," he grunted, hunching deeper over the bar, the better to hide his battered face. "It's fine. 'Sall absolutely fuckin' fine."