Tuck winced a little as Will asked him how he looked. "It's not...it's not great," he said, and sighed. He reached out to pull up Will's shirt, though he did so slowly, in case Will wanted to stop him. He wanted to assess the state of him. The pain of seeing how bad it really was showed on his face, or at least that was what Tuck wanted Will to see. "I fucking hate Rottingham," he growled. "I'm so sorry I didn't realise he was doing this. I could have stopped him. I would have stopped him. Made him do it to me instead."