Puck couldn't help smiling back at Lyla's comment. "Trust me. Been there, done that," he replied. "I made some really stupid mistakes along the way. I hurt the people who meant the most to me in the whole damn world... I even used to bully the guy who ended up being the person who brought my best friend into my life. I was a football player... Regular meathead jock who picked on everybody who wasn't just like everybody else. And the next thing I knew, my best friend was this little hobbit of a gay guy who was always bouncing off the walls and wore Buzz Lightyear PJs. But you grow up... You find out life is full of mistakes and fuck ups, but they make you who you are, and if you're lucky, they make you stronger. I'm just... Not really sure I'm any stronger now than I was when I got here."

When the waitress returned with coffee, Puck took a long sip, letting the bitter liquid burn its way down his throat. "Fair enough," he replied as he put his mug back down in front of him. "You don't really seem like most people anyway. That's a good thing, though." Looking down at the table for a moment before his eyes rose to meet hers again, Puck nodded emphatically. "Yeah... I've met Tim. Jason, too. I go to the gym a lot, actually. They're good dudes. But yeah. The Buzz Lightyear hobbity gay guy? Someone from home just got here with... Well, just really bad news about him. And he's not here, either... I don't think he ever will be now."