"I was never like that," Tuck groaned, "but they could hear me over the speakers so I had to pretend, and if I fucked up they would- Guy is in the city and he has people ready to kill any of them at any moment and I'm terrified me attacking Malcolm has done it, but I couldn't- I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't sit there and watch him hurt you physically. You think I want to read Ayn Rand?!" Tuck said it like he would rather vomit even though he rather liked Ayn Rand these days.
"And I know you have no reason to trust me. I'm still going to try to keep the sheriff off of you. And he probably will kick me in the teeth like you said, but all I can do is try. I have to try."