Will shook his head, looking skyward with a soft scoff. He knew that was inconsistent with how they were all here in the first place. "Pretty words," he said. "If you could've done shit, we wouldn't be here. Besides..." He looked down the extensive bruising across his abdomen that Tuck was looking at too. Tuck's hands were gentle. Will wasn't worried about Tuck as a threat to him right now, and the Sheriff wouldn't have been either. "We both know old Rotten-nuts would rather beat the snot outta me than you." His mouth twisted into a wry smirk.