Will gave her a quick smile. "I'm fine, love. Family's got my back." They had, too. Every one of the Merry Men had offered their support in their own ways, from Marian with her quiet words of encouragement, to Arthur, who'd broken off an alarming story about his new plan to pelt the entire city with bombs ("What? Nah, lads, seed bombs," he'd said five minutes in, blinking around at the variously contorted expressions of horror. "Y'know. Guerrilla gardening. I din' mention that part already?") to engulf Will in a bone-crushing hug. But Clio was the one hurting, not him, and there was scarce little anyone could do about that.
Well. There was always that talking thing Tuck was trying to get him to do. But Tuck was actually looking happy for the first time in a long time and it seemed wrong to cast a shadow over the baby preparations and the new grandkid with his ugliness.