"See, that's what I always thought, too. Like, you make mistakes, but they make you better. When I used to play football, if you made a mistake, you got the shit knocked out of you. But it made you better. You learned to check up. You learned how to not get hit like that the next time. Life's pretty much the same way." He listened to her story about Jason and Tim, and he shook his head just a little. "At one point in high school, I was kind of the Tim in your story... Minus the paralysis thing. My best friend was this guy named Finn... Same deal, QB on the football team, dating the head cheerleader, who also happens to now be the CEO of the resort here. Anyways... I had it bad for Quinn, and I ended up sleeping with her the summer before our sophomore year. She got pregnant and we gave the baby up for adoption. It turned out to be for the best eventually, and Finn and I somehow ended up friends again, but it was a long hard road, and I learned a lot. She and I eventually ended up hooking up again, years down the road, but... That's kind of a long story, too."

Puck looked up at her and met her gaze, the warmth of her hand over his comforting and tender. "Maybe. I guess that kind of makes sense. He was always my rock. We kind of were for each other. He was my best man when I got married, and I was his. His... His husband was murdered on their wedding day, but ended up here and got saved. Then a friend of mine just showed up from the real world and tells me that my BFF, like, seriously, the most important dude in my life, just... he couldn't live without his husband, and on what would've been their five year anniversary... He OD'd. On purpose. She tells me my wife left me because my BFFs husband was the fag to her hag, and she couldn't handle life without him anymore. Everybody fell apart. All of us. I tried like hell to help him... Did everything I could, but it just wasn't enough."