WHO Will Scarlet and Friar Tuck WHEN Sunday 8th August, evening WHERE the Parsonage WHAT having a small, reluctant relationship talk WARNINGS tbd
Will had been not not thinking about what Tuck had said since Tuck had said it, basically. “I only want to be with you.” Well… fuck, basically. Hadn’t they just had a conversation about things being great the way they were, like really recently? And they’d agreed that things were good and not to change anything?
But God, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He’d sat in the back of church this morning even, just to keep an eye out, you know, for Goings On, but he’d listening to Tuck preach about honesty and kindness and he remembered the filthy texts he’d sent Patroclus while Tuck was being drugged and assaulted, and felt gross and guilty.
He knew that they hadn’t said anything would change. But Tuck saying that changed the basis of their relationship didn’t it? The parameters had moved and Tuck kept springing this shit on him. He folded his arms and slouched in the pew, as far as he could, anyway. Pews weren’t designed to let you slouch. And he tried not to think about it but completely did all afternoon, even when he was playing the computer and practicing his archery. It was like a stone in his shoe that wouldn’t go away.
After dinner, Will plopped down on the sofa and picked up the remote to choose something to watch together, and he glanced up as Tuck came in to stand in the doorway with one of those adoring smiles on his face, drying his hands on a tea towel, and Will clenched his jaw and felt a fresh wash of guilt. He hated feeling this way. It was the absolute worst.
He looked back at the tv, his knee jigging as he flicked through his List to find something.