"Well he is a cunt, but I am not sure telling him is going to help anything," Tuck sighed. "It's just gets you hurt. I hate seeing you hurt," he sighed. "You can tell me about it. Leave him out of it. Give him nothing."
Tuck went to pick through the things he had dropped, and he made little separate piles for clothes, towels and wash cloths. "At least we can get somewhat clean," he said, picking up the soap.