Much still worried. He didn't want Tuck getting rejected by his own kids, hadn't he been hurt enough lately? And even if it did go okay and the boys were somehow fine, when raised by a mother who'd thought their father was an abomination, then what if they did kickstart their family again and then the Sheriff got in the way? (He'd been in their house, Much's skin still crawled with it.)
But - this was Tuck. Tuck would have thought of all this already, all the problems and the worries. Tuck had probably considered way more scenarios than Much had, and Tuck had probably reasoned them all out and landed on this decision anyway. Much raised his glass toward his deeply sentimental and deeply sensible friend, a proper grin on his face. "Then I toast to Marian working her magic and you getting them back, mate."