"Do you think he's angry?" Puck asked, watching Sam at his laptop.
Kurt gave him a look. "He's not even listening to music, Puck. His screen is on a youtube video called 'Ten hours of heavy metal screaming.'"
"Oh." Puck stared blankly at the back of the Sam's head. "So he's angry?"
Kurt sighed. "Go and talk to him," he said as he walked away.
"Right," Puck agreed, though he didn't look confident. He returned his attention to Sam as Kurt walked down the corridor.
Puck slipped into the empty classroom and approached Sam. Sam saw him in the reflection on the laptop, and ripped out his earphones in preparation.
"What do you want?" he asked roughly. His eyes were slightly red, but hell if Puck was going to bring that up. You could still hear the angry screaming blasting from the earphones on the table.
Puck took a seat. "I wanted to apologize."
Sam gazed in the opposite direction. "I'm listening."
"But you're not looking." Puck turned him by the shoulder, but Sam just looked down. When he jutted his chin up Puck felt ashamed at how hurt Sam looked. "I know... I know I shouldn't've... but you know me... I'm a sex shark."
Sam's eyes lowered at the last remark, and Puck nearly bit his tongue off. It wasn't meant to sound like an excuse, but it did, and feebly so.
"Nonono, I meant-"
"No, I know what you meant." Sam exhaled. "You're a sex shark. You have to keep swimming, or else you'll die. Even if you leave me floating behind you. Thanks for clearing that up." And in one fell swoop, Sam picked up his laptop and left the room.
Puck watched him leave in silence. He fucked up. Again.