Tuck knew what he was capable of. If he said he was fine, then Will was going to have to trust that. He'd expect the same in return, after all.
"No, I'm not going to stop you," he said, spinning the blade handle in his hand, fidgeting with it. "If it's something you want to do, I'm on board." He wasn't going to bring up the old "criminal history" issue, because that was soooo long ago now anyway, and who didn't have a criminal history honestly. All the best people he knew were criminals.
Will found a small smirk of anticipation growing on his face. His previous irritability was almost forgotten for now with the excitement of a redistribution of wealth on the horizon.