Will let out a long exhale through his nose. "If wishes were horses," he said, coughing to clear his throat a bit. "You are being maudlin, but that's okay. 'n you can't blame me for doing the same thing for you as you're wishing you'd done for me. I know what you're thinking." It was hardly the first time Tuck had expressed these thoughts in the past year, after all. It had just been less often lately.