WHO: Friar Tuck, Will Stutely, Clio WHEN: Tuesday evening WHERE: Parsonage WHAT: Cuteness WARNINGS: I doubt it
Upon hearing that there was going to be another dumping of snow on their fair city, Tuck had made sure that the garden was well covered, and he had even set some baking and mulled wine out in the garden for the gnomes. Then there was nothing to do but watch it bucket down and blanket everything.
He had thought, a few times, about heading out to Will's to be with him. He hated thinking of his boyfriend all alone, but he didn't want to leave Stutely alone either. And he had texted that Will could come to the parsonage, but Will had been drinking. It was safer if he stayed put.
So Tuck sat on the sofa, mug of tea in his hands, and he stared out at the snow, trying not to think about where he had been during the last snowstorm. Where Marian was now. How the rescue was going. When there was a knock on the door, he yelped in surprise and then just yelled "STUTELY!" quite unhelpfully.