lormenari

Puck jerks his arm away; it's too much for right now, too much when all he wants is to go inside the house, make sure Sam's safe, and - honestly - get the fuck out of there. It's too much. If he's around Sam tonight, Sam will force answers from him because Sam is drunk and there's no reasoning with drunk!Sam. "Because you're gonna puke in my truck," he answers shortly. "Come inside. I'll help you walk and shit. I'll even give you a fucking piggyback ride if you get out of the truck." When Sam rolls, it feels like the entire truck tilts and he swears he can see him turn green; his eyes widen in panic before Sam leans closer and tries to kiss him [again]. "Dude, get out of the car," he whines, leaning back and hitting the horn with his back. BEEEEEEP! He groans, because the last thing they need is to wake up the whole fucking neighborhood [and since when did he turn into such a grandpa? the fuck?] and leans against the door, fumbling for the handle. "I'm getting out," he finally says, annoyed.