A look of frustration and resignation flashed over Will's face at Tuck's words. He knew he was right- he also knew he could take every one of these arseholes if he had to. Maybe it was enough to just know that?
"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" he snapped back instead, and got, "No, but I kissed yours," in reply.
Will really, really wanted to start throwing some punches.
"How about you fuck off before there's a hate crime other than whatever that is you call an outfit."