Oh no, Tuck's disappointment was worse than his anger. Much's face fell in sympathy. He never felt guiltier than the times he'd disappointed Tuck.
That wasn't quite true - the guiltiest he'd ever felt was in telling Robin that he wasn't going to Arizona because he needed to stay with Marcie, for feeling like he was choosing one friend in need over the other. Despite knowing the choice would have eaten him up even if he'd chosen the opposite, despite no one making him feel bad about his choice, despite it all turning out okay with both Marian and Marcie in the end, it was still the guiltiest Much had felt in a long, long time.
But disappointing Tuck came in second. "Yeah, I bet you do," he said, sort of shuffling his own beer bottle behind his back. "But think about Tuck's disappointed eyes. S'not worth it." Much felt bad not being able to offer an alternative, though. He knew that a great way of getting through a difficult night was getting plastered and loosing a few hours and seeing what the world looked like in the morning, but it sounded like Will had been doing that for too many nights, and if the mornings weren't looking better by now, then they weren't gonna change after another night of drinking.
He scrambled for another idea. "Um -" he said. "How's the leg? D'you wanna go for a run? Get outta your own head a bit?"