Tuck, for his part, was frantically trying to play the calm, level-headed one, when all he really wanted to do was curl up on the floor of his bathroom, and drink himself silly while crying. He hated feeling helpless and he couldn't get the sight of Guy standing over him out of his head. The feel of Guy's boot connecting with his ribs. The sound of the snap-
Tuck rose gingerly, and moved to open the door. He stood aside, his hand over his injury, and held the door for Robin. "Come in, Robin. It's warm and I've already opened some wine."