Tuck glanced at Scarlet and gave him a tiny, affectionate smile. God, he loved that man.
"Stutely," Tuck began quietly, "you are not dead weight. I do know, right? What you're talking about? It's not your fault. And you're not dead weight, nor do you need your hand held. Or at least- We all hold each other's hands, right? Should- Should I call Clio? Get her to come give you a ride home? You should- Maybe don't go to the parsonage tonight? Aphrodite and Athena are there having dinner."