Dear god, Will was going to use every particle of his allotted twenty seconds for the hug he'd been looking forward too all day.
Prison was... well, it was prison. Grey walls, grey food, dickish guards, day in and day out. The monotony of the place got to him more than anything else. It hadn't taken much for him to make friends with people in here, especially with Robin at his side, but since Rob got let out, things had been slightly different. Will Scarlet was not a man to back down from a fight, but if he could charm his way out, he would.
The orange jumpsuit was the least flattering item of clothing he'd ever worn, even with the sleeves rolled up and a few snaps undone. He ran a hand through his hair (the orange made his hair look really brassy) and grinned at Tuck, coming into the hug with enthusiasm.
"Well met, father," he said, clapping Tuck on the back. At least prison was good for one thing, and he was in great shape.