Tuck was not looking forward to facing Will and confronting him about Addy. He was scared of what he might find, once he starting pulling at the threads of the person he saw Will Scarlet as. Would he end up with a new embroidery - a new image - or would the whole fucking thing fall apart on the floor.
He shuffled his feet and knocked on the door, because even if he didn't want to face this, he had to. Addy deserved better, and Tuck didn't want Will to miss out on his child's life. "Will, it's me-" he called out as he knocked.