"Always," Tuck whispered back. "I will. God, we all miss you too." Tuck only pulled back when he heard that clearing of the throat again, and he hated it. "Get yourself some chocolate from the commissary or something," Tuck suggested. He had put as much as he could afford on there, since he knew Will liked nice toiletries as well. "Love you, Will," he said, his voice quiet. And he did, he loved all the Merry Men and told them often. He felt like, of all of them, Will might most need to hear it right now.