Dropping his hands to his sides when Rachel pulled away, Puck just stood there awkwardly as she set about wrapping her hand then cleaning the mess. He wished he had jeans on so he could shove his hands in his pockets, but he didn’t so for lack of anything else to do he crouched down and attempted to help clean up. Grabbing the spatula and the pan, he used the former to scoop the fallen eggs up and flip them into the cooling pan.
“Hey, I’m not a jerk!” he protested, dropping the spatula into the pan and glaring at her. He couldn’t hold onto it, though. She just looked so miserable sitting there. So tiny and miserable and suddenly he did feel like a jerk. “I thought this was what we do!” he tried to protest, tried to make excuses. “I was just teasing.” But even he couldn’t deny it was more than that.
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Date: 2012-03-03 07:57 pm (UTC)“Hey, I’m not a jerk!” he protested, dropping the spatula into the pan and glaring at her. He couldn’t hold onto it, though. She just looked so miserable sitting there. So tiny and miserable and suddenly he did feel like a jerk. “I thought this was what we do!” he tried to protest, tried to make excuses. “I was just teasing.” But even he couldn’t deny it was more than that.