"It's... uh... It's nice to meet you, Lyla," Puck replied between sniffles. Fuck he looked a mess, and he really wasn't in any condition to be meeting new people. This was generally one of those times when you went home by yourself, locked yourself away, turned on the TV and drank yourself into a numb stupor as quickly as possible. Not when you met up with random strangers on the street who wanted to help you.
Puck almost protested and insisted on going home, but there was something in the care and concern the nurse exuded that kept him from turning her down. "Yeah... Yeah, coffee might be okay. I was planning on that... um... that alcohol thing. But... not being alone sounds okay... A lot better than what I had in mind. But you don't have to, you know."
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Puck almost protested and insisted on going home, but there was something in the care and concern the nurse exuded that kept him from turning her down. "Yeah... Yeah, coffee might be okay. I was planning on that... um... that alcohol thing. But... not being alone sounds okay... A lot better than what I had in mind. But you don't have to, you know."