"I'm not accusing you of forcing yourself on her," Tuck said, making that clear. He rose from the sofa to pace, because he couldn't sit there and try to have this conversation, leaning over Will. He felt sick. Will had lashed out at Addy, and now he'd done this. God. How had he let it get this bad. He was supposed to help his boyfriend, not stand by while Will self-destructed. And poor Alan-
"Yes, you still did it. Drinking isn't an excuse, Will! You had to know you were choosing a path that was going to hurt someone you love!"