Tuck hadn't replied to his joking text, which was a bit weird, but Will supposed that he was having a hot time with this redhead, whoever they were, and was too busy to reply. But then he hadn't replied in the morning either, and he didn't reply to follow-up texts either, or answer his phone when Will rang.
Will chewed his top lip and frowned, tapping his phone thoughtfully. Should he alert everyone? He ended up messaging Robin to casually ask if he'd heard from Tuck, but he didn't want to freak people out if it was just a hangover from a hot hookup.
But his service was meant to be happening, so Will messaged Francis to ask if he had been contacted to fill in at all. At least he could rely on the saints not to freak out so much, and the church would be covered. But lunch time crept by. Will finally opened his "find my phone" app to track Tuck's cell, except the bloody thing was off and not transmitting a signal. Robin had messaged back asking, "Everything alright?" and Will had looked at the clock and decided that if he didn't hear anything by 3pm, then he would start raising the alarm, even if it turned out to be nothing.
When the door banged open, Will got up from the sofa like a shot. "Where the fuck have you been??" he demanded, quickly looking Tuck over for signs of attack. No blood, just a bit dirty, that was all. "Why did you turn your goddamn phone off?!" He hauled Tuck to his feet again, half-dragging him to sit on the armchair instead of the floor.