Puck just sniggers to himself when she elbows him since she hadn't done it hard. Sometimes he thinks he's simply hilarious.

Holding Rachel's hand already feels as habitual as brushing his teeth twice a day but he tries not to think about it because he might just get scared and purposely fuck everything up so he doesn't have to deal with feelings he's never felt before. "Oh yeah? What about me?" Not that he wants his hair braided of course, which would be impossible anyway, but he's kind of got a thing for her combing her fingers through his mohawk. He's like a puppy that wants to be petted. "I'll pass on the braiding but feel free to stroke the 'hawk later." He really has perfected the act of making everything that comes out of his mouth sound sexual.