Will sat alone on his sofa, three empties of beer on the coffee table, and well into the fourth.
Adjusting to the prospect of fatherhood was shitty. It was all-around, absolutely 100% shitty. Spending all that time with Addy and her family last week was fine... not great... Being told to grow up by a woman a sixth of his age was a proud moment. Yeah.
And then texting Luna in the aftermath of punching Prince John in the nose (which was actually very satisfying at first) and the revelation of Marian's dire situation, and the drinking that followed. Definitely a bright idea. Luna sure wanted to hear from him.
And now sitting behind all weekend just waiting for word... God he wished he was there. He would do almost anything to be part of that team. But he'd been benched, and the snow had come, and he was stuck inside with nowhere to go, and nothing to do but drink and think and feel very hard-done-by.
He was not expecting a knock at the door, but perhaps he wasn't surprised. Trust Tuck to wade through a blizzard to visit him, regardless of no-travel orders. Will finished his beer and got up, staggering slightly in his socks and track pants and robe. He tugged it around himself with a shiver as he moved out of range of his heater to open the door.
"Tuck, I-" He began, and then stopped. Well... he had certainly not been expecting her. "Um- um- hi?"