He stands in the shower, gasping deep breaths as he turns the knob to frigid, allowing himself a few blasts of cold water before returning the temperature to lukewarm. Sam stumbles into the shower soon afterward, naked, and immediately slides his arms around Puck's waist; he stiffens [his body, not his dick, although that's not far behind].

"You're drunk and Q's pissed," he says shortly without turning around, not in the mood. "I get that you wanna have me here but I have to keep her happy, too, dude. And we had plans for tonight. And I had to bail on her 'cuz you got drunk and I'm not just gonna leave you there 'cuz I love you. Dude, this isn't gonna be a fun night. We'll shower and go to sleep, but that's it. You think you'd be happy if I was supposed to have a night with you, but Q got wasted and I had to bail on you to take care of her? You'd be pissed, dude. She's pissed. I have to deal with that. You know what Q's like when she's pissed. I just want everybody to be happy so I don't have to deal with feelings and chick drama."