He had definitely touched a nerve with that one, which only seemed to encourage Puck further.
“No, I think if you do that together that makes you swingers,” he pointed out, more than a little amused by her reaction. It was probably one of his worst traits: when he was in a bad mood, somehow putting someone else in a worse one made him feel better. It was part of how and why he had played the bully so well earlier in high school. He didn’t often put people down to feel better about himself anymore, at least not unworthy people who were worse off than him. He reserved that for the people better than him that he resented or envied, like Jeremy.
But while he was getting a good rise out of Rachel as intended, he hadn’t meant to push her to the point that she actually ended up blind with rage and hurting herself. Jumping back instinctively when the pan cluttered to the floor, Puck stared at her with wide eyes for a moment following her loud curse. He wasn’t sure he’d ever heard her swear before, and part of him wanted to laugh at that, but a bigger part was concerned and that’s the one that ended up winning. Sidestepping the still hot pan and scattered eggs, he said nothing but took her wrist in one hand and her fingertips gently in the other. Bending his head over her hand, he examined the already appearing redness before pursing his lips and gently blowing across the surface.
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Date: 2012-03-03 07:37 pm (UTC)“No, I think if you do that together that makes you swingers,” he pointed out, more than a little amused by her reaction. It was probably one of his worst traits: when he was in a bad mood, somehow putting someone else in a worse one made him feel better. It was part of how and why he had played the bully so well earlier in high school. He didn’t often put people down to feel better about himself anymore, at least not unworthy people who were worse off than him. He reserved that for the people better than him that he resented or envied, like Jeremy.
But while he was getting a good rise out of Rachel as intended, he hadn’t meant to push her to the point that she actually ended up blind with rage and hurting herself. Jumping back instinctively when the pan cluttered to the floor, Puck stared at her with wide eyes for a moment following her loud curse. He wasn’t sure he’d ever heard her swear before, and part of him wanted to laugh at that, but a bigger part was concerned and that’s the one that ended up winning. Sidestepping the still hot pan and scattered eggs, he said nothing but took her wrist in one hand and her fingertips gently in the other. Bending his head over her hand, he examined the already appearing redness before pursing his lips and gently blowing across the surface.