Scarlet stopped- well, froze, halfway in the door. Tuck and Stutely were yelling at each other, and it was black stuff, deep down painful stuff, and he couldn't go in but he couldn't back out.
Stutely, abandoned for years. Tuck... well. He licked his lips quickly and closed the door very softly, hanging back in the shadows.
Tonight, he wasn't drunk. He was trying, kinda, to keep a clear head. Yeah maybe he'd had one beer, but that barely counted, he used to drink beer instead of water. But he hung back, until Tuck's revelation, when he stepped forward, just to the edge of the doorway. Folding his arms and leaning against it, he waited until one of them might notice him, not wanting to butt in, but he couldn't step away, or skulk in the dark and eavesdrop.