Will wasn't blind. He could see, from the corner of his eye, the way Tuck drew back a step, the anxious hesitation in the man's expression, and he knew he was the cause. He ought to feel shitty about that. Prolly would, later. Right now, all he felt was the roiling tension in his own gut, and Tuck talking to him like a wounded beast that needed taming wasn't bloody helping. "'S fine. I'll take care of it. What's it even matter?" The words came out hard and flat, his jaw tight.