Apprehension tingled in Tucker when he noticed Beau's body language. He wouldn't have been able to articulate it clearly if asked, but the failure to meet Tuck's eyes and the way Beau was thumbing his sleeve reminded him of a particular kind of uneasiness that had settled between them when they were younger. Tucker wasn't typically adept at noticing such things in those who weren't worth his time, but once upon a time, Beau had been, and so the gestures held a familiar logic, which keyed Tucker in, if only subtly to the idea that something was about to be said.
He broke off a slightly larger section of his clementine, though his hands stilled as Beau made his -- or rather, Viola's -- case, his brow furrowing deeper and deeper in puzzlement as Beau spoke. Do not insult Viola was still of primary importance, and he knew it, but when Beau said withdrawal Tucker couldn't help but laugh jovially at the ridiculousness of the idea. "You're joking," he said, shaking his head. "That's preposterous."