At the sight of Scarlet, stood silent in the door, Will felt an awful lurch, like the ground had shifted beneath him and he'd only just realised it.
How long?! demanded the paranoid voice of panic, and fuck, fuck, what's he heard?! But the anger was louder, still roiling over I can't fix that now (then why the fuck are you in my face?!) and how many more times do you want me to apologise (you're the only one who has mate). He took the glass from Scarlet, but his eyes were still on Tuck.
"So that's it, is it," he said, his voice hard and brittle. "You all just thought I fucked off." He knew that wasn't true. Maybe Tuck— but Will hadn't been the only one on that break-and-enter job. He was just the only one who'd been caught. Some of 'em had known, they had to have known. "Or'm I just not worth the rescue anymore?" He felt his voice waver in his throat, just a fraction but audible enough, and he hated himself the more for how pathetic it sounded.