Tuck looked down at himself and sucked his breath in. He gusted out a sigh and moved to rinse his shirt in the sink as he said, "does he ever need a reason? I think most of it was just because he could." Tuck wrung his shirt out and then he hung it over the u-bend in the sink to dry. "Used me as a punching bag for days, but didn't break any of my bones. I think that's still to come."