Puck looks a little manic, or at least Sam thinks he does. The world is still tilting all around him. "You're mad, I know. I'll make you feel better. With my mouth." He smiles sloppily, then closes the door because he needs something to lean on. He opens the window and dangles his arm out, his fingertips brushing Puck's stomach. "Hurry up and come back, I have a great idea for us. I can drive us home." He scoots into the driver's seat, but he doesn't have the keys so he just rests against the steering wheel and closes his eyes. He's sleepy, but he needs to stay awake so he can tell Puck his Super Awesome Plan that'll end all their hiding. "Hurry up. I miss you already," he mumbles. "I love you more than Quinn, okay? I do."