She had been staring at the sky for an hour, and he was getting quite worried. Sabrina Grimm was not usually one for sentiment.
"Hey, Grimm!" he shouted. No response.
He finally gave up and just plopped down on the roof next to her. They stared at the sky for a little while before he finally asked, "What're you thinking?"
She blushed. For the first time, he noticed that her eyes were a little wet.
"I was thinking about flying," she admitted. "I miss the magic carpet. I could fly with it, and it was wonderful. I understand why you would want to show off."
He realized that he had been showing off. He never really thought about it before, but then, he had never thought Sabrina would be jealous.
He smiled. She was still staring wistfully at the clouds when he grabbed her by the arm and slung her on his back.
"What're you doing, you pea-brain?!" she squealed. This was unusual behavior, even for Puck.
"Showing off," he said bluntly, and took off with her squealing on his back.
He flew up until they were skimming the cloudbank, where he started doing flips and twists and zigzags.
Sabrina was no longer screaming and instead favored laughing in joy. This was a dream; it had to be. Puck wasn't this kind. But when he started doing corkscrews, she forgot her inhibitions and instead focused on trying not to throw up.
When they finally touched down, he was out of breath and almost fell over from exhaustion. But they sat down on the roof again and she asked, "What was that for?"
He smiled lovingly down at her. "That," he panted, "was to remind you that I'll be your wings for however long you want me. Say the word, and I'll fly you anywhere."
She grinned. "I'll hold you to that you know."
"I certainly hope so."