Will whistled to himself and picked up an apple out of the fruit bowl as he passed. He'd just got back from work, which had run late, and then they'd grabbed a bite for dinner since it was about that time anyway. By the time he got home, the sun was setting, painting the sky vivid reds and oranges.
He could hear noises coming from the backyard, so he wandered through without calling out. Finding Tuck stripped to the waist with his back to him was not a bad thing to come home to at all, and Will leaned in the doorframe, arms folded as he ate his apple and admired the view.