Rachel just looked at him. She looked at him like she wasn’t sure she what he was saying, like maybe she didn’t understand. She looked at him like he was speaking another language but also like she wasn’t sure she wanted to answer him, like she wanted to talk to him. And she sort of didn’t. Because even if he had been sort of nice to her before she had stopped breathing she didn’t want to be around him. Nothing had changed and it felt strange to have him there with her just then, especially sitting there half naked. She wanted him away from her because there was a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach with him around. It was like she couldn’t breathe. It was like she couldn’t do anything but sit there on the bed and look at him like he was a stranger. And the smell. Everything smelled so strange and different. She couldn’t even try to explain the smell. Even he smelled different. And it was so strange that she could smell him the way she could. God, she had never been able to smell him like that before. It was so strange it made her want to vomit. Not because he smelled gross because he didn’t. It was just strange.
She glanced around, turned her head slowly like she couldn’t really understand where she was. And she couldn’t really understand where she was. It was like everything was this great big haze. And it was a haze. She couldn’t really understand what was going on and she couldn’t even think of answering him. She didn’t even want to talk to him given the situation that they were in. Besides, it wasn’t like he genuinely cared if she lived or died, right? It was just about Caroline and she knew that. It was all about Caroline and wanting her to have her mother in her life.
Puck was pretty puzzled by the look on her face. She was just staring at him like it he was doing something wrong and considering he was well him he figured he probably was. He just didn’t know exactly he was doing wrong. So he just took a step back, hoping that maybe it would be help. He wanted to say something else but he didn’t know exactly what he could say. It’s not like he could just start talking like he normally did. She pretty much died and now she was back and there was no way in hell that she was the same Rachel that she had been before. He just didn’t know what to do so he just stood there and looked at her.
After a few minutes of him just standing there he took a step close once and more and took a seat on the edge of the bed. He was actually pretty concerned since none of her moments were very Rachel like. He took a minute to check her out, just because he thought he should, make sure that she was okay as she could be. Since he was a wolf himself he knew what was happening but he was trying to be as calm and supportive as he could possibly be. No use sitting there and spitting off random information that would have been no use in that exact moment. After knowing that she was okay he got up and grabbed her shirt, taking his seat back on the bed and handing her the shirt. “Here.” It wasn’t that he really cared, it’s not like he hadn’t seen her half naked before, but at the end of the day Rachel was still Rachel and there was no way in hell she’d be comfortable just hanging out topless with her baby daddy.
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