Puck had to smile back at her, no matter how miserable he was. There was something kind and gentle in Lyla that just helped. Mike was Puck's best friend here on the island, and they had carried on many conversations over the years about Blaine, hoping that he was okay, that he was safe... And now, Puck knew he wasn't. And he knew that he could talk to Mike about it, but in high school, he, Mike, and Blaine had been like the Three Musketeers. And as much as Puck was hurting right now, the thought of telling Mike and making someone else feel that pain, too? Was too fucking much. "Yeah... I did my share of drinking, but not when people I cared about were hurting. In the early days of school, yeah. I was kind of a dick, and I put up this front that nothing bothered me, and I didn't care about anybody. But Blaine? He was really the one who changed that when I thought nobody could. He made me wake up and see how important it was to have friends, and not just to have them, but to be one myself... And sometimes, being a friend means you just hurt because they hurt. But yeah, you're right. I'd rather hurt for the rest of my life than see my friends hurt for one minute. I'd give up anything to make their lives okay."

The part of the story that Lyla chose to focus on surprised Puck just a little, but when she spoke, he couldn't help finding comfort in her words. Maybe she was right. Maybe the island was just waiting until the right time... Making sure they appreciated what they missed before they had it again. Ordinarily, he would've thought that this was just some random stranger trying to make him feel better when she had no idea what she was talking about. But he didn't get that feeling with Lyla. She meant what she was saying, and she truly believed it. "I hope you're right. About all of that. About love, and about Blaine... It's really hard to believe it sometimes, you know?"