Francis sat back down, crossing his legs so he was seated in the chair a little oddly. "He prayed to me to help," Francis tried to explain. Because 'you don't have to' was wrong, at least in his mind. Francis had heard the terror Tuck had been in when he was facing the sheriff. Francis wasn't going to leave him now. "Of course I have to. You can be as forward as you like, I don't mind."