[PM] We’re perfectly fine. I think he and I enjoyed the pseudo sleepover the most of all. Perhaps we’ll have to harm the generator sometime, to go again.

[PM] Of course you can, my dear.

[PM] When do I get to see you?

Puck leaned back into the sofa, his feet kicked up on the rolling ottoman that had been stashed under the small coffee table in the room. It was kind of sad that the hotel room was almost as big as his studio apparent that was no infested, but he tried not to think about it since he liked his place. He’d definitely take it over this room, as nice as it was, because it was his. The only upside to this room right now that it’d given him an excuse to get Rachel to come over. 

Not that he really needed one. Just by the way she’d looked at him the last time he’d seen her told Puck that he could’ve called her from a dingy bus stop in Brooklyn for no reason and she’d have found a way to get to him. He didn’t feel great about it since she was still Finn’s wife, and likely would stay that way, but he also didn’t feel bad enough to tell her to stay away.

[PM] Maybe I’ll get hitched finally.

[PM] It was good. And yours? Not many get a tan for Christmas.

[PM] Oh.. you’re leaving? That’s.. well, I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and enjoy your New Year celebrations, too. If you stop by my suite later, I.. have something to give you, too. I’d like you to take it with you.