Tuck crawled closer and he placed a hand gently over Will's hand as he cradled his ribs. "Your poor ribs," he lamented. "I reckon at least one of them is broken." Then he got a wistful look on his face and he let out one chuckle, "to think...we started when I had broken ribs. And you kissed me." He glanced up to Will for a second, searching his face, and then he looked away. "Ah. Sorry. I'm a daft old man."