The only reason Tuck showed up at all, after much debate with himself and many failed attempts to drown out the noise in his head, was solely that if he wandered in this world and left himself to his own devices with something like this affecting him, he knew he would wind up dead. Something far beyond his comprehension had taken hold of them, and it left him feeling more than a little frustrated and angry and helpless.

Helpless.

There was somewhere he never wanted to be again. When he had been abandoned to the streets so many years ago simply for looking anything other than human, he'd survived then by the metaphorical skin of his teeth and not much more, until Rex had come along. But that was then. Now, the situation wasn't much different, but the world was.

He'd felt so small and insignificant and unable to do anything about this world ever since he'd been brought here. What could he do about any of it, other than weather the storm?

He had come because he hadn't wanted to be another body to drag back to the Haven, another burden for someone else whose time was better spent contributing to... whatever, but it didn't make him happy. He loathed it all more now that he was out of the way than he did the thought of him being out there anymore. With that, he stuffed himself into the farthest corner he could find after bringing a few cans of string beans and asparagus he had found on a forage one day - it was all he had to offer - and sat there, waiting. For what, he wasn't sure.

The music was interesting enough. At any other time, he might be dancing to the strange rhythm, but his heart just wasn't in it.