The fist of guilt clenched tighter as Tuck laid the depth of the hurt bare. He didn't blame Tuck for hiding it, for cutting them out; hell, Will knew all about burying shame. He just hated that he'd never thought to ask the questions. Hey, where's Tuck? Has anyone spoken to Arthur recently? When was the last time Dave checked in? He was one of Rob's lieutenants; he, of all people, should have had his eye on the ball.
Will leaned forward, elbows propped on his knees and met Tuck's eyes with a serious blue gaze. "Then we're here for you. I know it don't make up for the years that we weren't, but I wanna do things better. You promised you wouldn't forget me, Tuck. Far as I'm concerned, that promise goes both ways."