Let's be real: neither was Tucker. Oh, he could spar, but it would be a waste of energy when this shithole was super cold and it was just a bonus to finally find someone who didn't want to do any of that fighting-training bullshit. Why go fucking it up with actual work?

Yeah, he was still waiting for an answer on that one because none seemed good enough.

"Don't worry, I get it; I wouldn't want to be embarrassed either. It's okay, dude; let's just pretend we didn't see each other."

He didn't drop his weapon, didn't lower it completely, but he certainly got a bit more relaxed on it. That eye didn't here, huh? There was a story attached to this, wasn't there? And normally he wouldn't give two hard-earned fucks about it, but what else was going on, huh?

"So, I'll bite: where'd you get it then?"