Sam nudges over eventually, leaving enough space for Puck to crawl in beside him. He rolls onto his back, glancing at Puck before he looks at the ceiling, waiting for him to get in. He knows all that, he knows he doesn't actually have room to complain because he's staying with Puck by choice. They talked about how whatever this is, it has to stay between them. He can have Puck all to himself here. But Quinn gets him to have him out in the world where it matters. What's he supposed to say to that? He loves Puck. He's not going to force him to do anything he's not ready to do. Get over it, Sam. His words come out hollow when he speaks. "You're right. Sorry. You must be tired. Just get in bed, okay?"