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Quinn had been having a decent day, she was finally over her cold and was feeling a hell of a lot better. That day she did have work and she knew it was going to be an all day affair. She had gone into work at about two, grabbing all of her cameras and equipment from the studio, loading it into her car and heading out for the day. They were shooting in a small area not to far out of Boston, it was odd for her being in a club during the day, but at least there were no vibrations from music. She noticed a sudden waving, her eyes focused on her boss who was trying to get her attention. Motioning for him to wait a second, she placed the camera on the tripod and headed over to where he was, making sure to focus on his lips as he spoke. "They need shots all around, it's a pretty nice place so they want to start renting it out for events, you've done stuff like this before, just go with your gut and everything should be fine." Once he finished, Quinn nodded, smiling at the owner who had a slight panicked look on his face realizing his photographer was a deaf person. After that, she went straight to work, setting up lights and taking photos all around using different cameras. As soon as they were finished there, they moved onto the next shoot, which required Quinn to put on a heavy coat, she knew she was going to be seeing Puck today, so she had put on the shirt he had given her, it was loose on her, but it smelled like him and kept her arm. Shooting at the park was fun, it was mostly just to take advantage of the snow while it lasted. There were several different people there of all ages, it was the 'in the moment' photography, and she was going to take advantage of it. They wrapped around eight, but she had to head back to the studio, upload the photos, and then send them to her boss for the final okay before she sent them out. As she was about to leave, she noticed how pretty it was out, she could see the stars, the sky wasn't completley black like it normally was, and she just wanted to take advantage of it. Grabbing one of her favorite cameras, she got into her car and headed toward home, being sure to flip her hearing aids on in the mean time. Quinn was shooting pictures all around Boston for hours, it was a Wednesday night so it wasn't really busy out, but the night life still lived. Around 2AM, things were whinding down, she had parked her car in the parking lot of the Roxy and headed back to get it. Turning the corner into the parking lot, she noticed Puck's truck sitting at the edge of the lot. There was someone inside, she knew the hoodie so she knew it was Puck. A confused looks took over her face on why he would be there on his day off. Putting her camera bag in her car, she walked over to the truck and knocked on the window twice.

Puck had kept his eyes closed the whole time his head was back, he could feel his body was warm but it wasn't because he felt good, it was that kind of warm when it was in shock of sorts. It had been well over a month since his last club meeting, and considering how rough they went at it and how much he fought, it was bound to take a toll somehow. He let out a breath just as he heard the knock on his window which freaked him out since he was on edge still. Things like that often did, it was a repercussion of getting locked up. He had thought the knock was from his own window so he had turned toward it with a fist drawn back but it only stayed there. It wasn't as if he moved it forward with the promise of actually hitting anyone, just the implication. He had also learned in lock up, and elsewhere, that it was more about show than doing. His hood had fallen down from how fast his head darted up, but when he realized no one was there on his side, he looked to see there was someone at the passenger window. Specifically, Quinn. His heart leaped for two reasons, one, because it was her, and two, because of how he looked. He just looked at her for a moment, not sure what to say but then he felt one of his nostrils starting to bleed again so he had to quickly grab a napkin, scrunching it up to put up in his nose. He didn't know what to expect in terms of Quinn's reaction, but it was the first time he had ever felt like maybe Fight Club wasn't a good idea.

Quinn saw him jump a little, she figured he was probably tired and pulled into here for a few minutes, his head had turned the other way, she was waiting for him to look at her. It was nice surprise to be able to see him today, well at least that was what she thought. Oh very wrong she was, because when he turned to look at her, a state of shock took over her. His face was bruised and bloody, there was a steady stream of blood pouring from his nose and staining onto his lip. The sight caused her mouth to hang open and a look of fear to pull over her eyes. Out of just pure horror she dropped her keys and phone to the ground, both of her hands covering her mouth taking a few steps back. She felt like she was going to cry. Wait, crap, she already was crying, tears had broken through, settling on her eyes but not exactly falling yet. That was when it struck her, fight club. That was why he hadn't been around all day, he had been ignorning texts and not contacting her at all and now he showed up in the Roxy parking lot this late at night, it was to clean up so Rachel wouldn't see it, and the last thing he expected was to see her. It still scared her, this was the result of him going to a fight club? He looked like someone hit him with a baseball bat, more than one. The blonde stood there frozen, almost paralyzed in a way.

Puck had not heard anything from Quinn and that freaked him out. Just like when he was a kid, silence scared him a whole lot more than yelling did. With Quinn, it hadn't been that way, but he had never done something like this in her presence before and he knew she didn't approve of it. He looked over back at her now that he had his nose under control. Or at least for now. When seeing her face in shock, and even if his vision wasn't perfect right now, he could tell they were getting glossy fro m tears. He had his reasons for going and doing the Fight Club, ones that had normally seemed good and valid, but right now they didn't. He didn't even know what to do, he was the reason she felt.. whatever it was she was feeling, though he knew it wasn't good. So how could he make her better? He didn't know but he couldn't not try. He unbuckled his seat belt and got out of his truck, and even with his body in some pain, it didn't take him long because he had the goal in mind of seeing her. He went around the front of his truck and noticed she had dropped things on the ground. So he went to them and grabbed the keys and phone, standing tall afterwards. He looked down at them and put one item in each hand to be able to sign the word "Here" properly while also giving her her items back.

Quinn had never seen anyone like this before, the closest she had seen to anyone really beaten up was herself after her dad caught her sneaking in one night. Santana had been in cat fights before, but she was vicious and usually came out of it with barely a scratch. Movies and real life were completely different. It looked painful, she could tell by the way he moved it wasn't just his face that was hurt, it was his whole body. Wiping away her tears, she stayed slow and unmoving, seeing him like this... hurt her in a way she didn't know she could be hurt. It felt like someone had just kicked her in the ribs and knocked the wind out of her, because now she was having trouble breathing. When he handed her, her things back she stayed silent, unsure of what to say. Shoving her keys into her pocket, she looked down at her phone really badly wanting to send a '911' text to Santana, because she really needed her best friend right now. Slowly, she finger spelled the letters to "Fight Club?" With a questioning look on her face.

Puck could see the fear in her eyes upon seeing him and honestly, that was probably the worst thing he had felt all night. Know it was there on her face because of him. Know that he scared her. He had grown up with people giving him that face and he had tried to rid himself of it, but no matter where he went he ended up doing something to make it come back. It honestly sucked that it had to happen with her though. He swallowed hard as Quinn spelled out the word he knew she was going for, once she was doing he was tempted to say no. But it wasn't like getting beaten up by some random group was a better story, and he honestly couldn't lie to her. So he nodded yes. And then signed and, "I'm okay." in hopes of maybe reassuring her.

Quinn looked at him, her hands dropped to her sides, she wasn't so much scared of him as she was scared for him. It was obvious to her now that this fight club wasn't throwing a couple of punches and then being down. It was like underground MMA without limits and that scared the hell out of her. Looking at him hurt her heart, she could feeling it wrenching within her. She did know the sign for fight club, but she knew he hadn't learned movie titles yet, and he was better wtih finger spelling. Brushing her hair out of her eyes, the blonde bit down on her bottom lip, bringing her hand up to point to his face. "No, you aren't." She whispered, which was the only she she could muster up right now.

Puck should of known that his face was going to be used against him here, it wasn't going to make it easy for her to think he was okay when he looked the way he did. Her voice sounded so low and maybe even hurt. He didn't like it, and he actually started to feel angry at himself for not thinking of the possibility Quinn would be there. And for letting her see him like this. And for being a dumb ass. And for a million other reasons that were all his fault. "I am, really." He promised, which he was at least in the way that he wasn't dying or anything along those kind of lines. But he knew that wouldn't convince her much. In an attempt to he had one of his hands find hers and place it on his heart, which the spot her hand was placed wasn't too far from the place his blood had dribbled on to when it started bleeding, "See? I'm okay, babe."

Quinn kept her eyes on him, she just couldn't deal with how he looked right then and there, she just didn't ever want to see someone she cared about so banged up. A lump was forming in her throat, her eyes still watering, but she was fighting them back with everything she had inside of her. "Don't lie to me." She said without even signing, her voice a little stronger that time, but not too much. Swallowing hard, the blonde brushed a few stray tears off of her cheek and looking away for a moment. When he took her hand and placed it over his heart, she could feel it beating against her hand. "Just because your heart is beating doesn't mean you're okay." Quinn said, plucking at his shirt, showing him the blood spots. She could tell but the way he was moving, she put her hand on his side, feeling it a bit swollen and pressed in slightly, knowing it would cause him a bit of pain.

Puck felt his body involuntarily shrug away from her hand when she touched his body in that way. He could tell it wasn't an accident either, she had purposefully done it to make a point and she had definitely been able to make it easily. He felt like he just lost, which was the first loss of the night technically but he would have rather lose them all and not of experienced this one. He glanced at the club for a moment, noticing it was definitely empty by now and went back to look at Quinn, "I was gonna clean myself up," He started, changing the subject of whether or not he was okay, "You can go if you wanna. I'd get it." He offered. He didn't want her to go, even with her looking so hurt he liked being around her. But he knew being around him was causing he a pain, he didn't understand why, but he knew it was happening.

Quinn noticed the slight shrug, pulling his body away from her hand. "That's what I thought." She said, signing along wtih ehr words, dropping her hands after she finished. She knew he hurting now, even if he got some sort of high from the fight, his body was still gonna feel like crap tomorrow and that was not something she wanted for him. "You can barely move your arm without wincing," She paused, it was one of those times where how she picked up on little things like that helped, he might not have noticed how he was moving, but she sure as hell did. "I'll help you clean up, come on." She took his hand, lacing their fingers together, urging him to move along wtih her.

Puck was surprised Quinn had agreed to stay with him, honestly, he expected her to go. It had nothing to do with her, it had everything to do with him. However, he should have expected better than that because Quinn was better than most people. Honestly, she was better than almost everyone. So he went with her as she urged him to move along, reaching in his pocket for the keys to the club he had so he could unlock it when they got to the entrance. It was empty, just as he knew it would be, and he was glad because he didn't need anyone else seeing him like this. It'd be bad for business. He took the lead now, taking them to the employee bathroom in the back since it was more private. Even in an empty club he wanted privacy. When they got there he looked in the mirror, noticing he really did look like hell as he examined the wounds. They were mostly things that would be gone once washed off, and would swell down enough by his shift tomorrow to not cause questions to be asked. He didn't even have a black eye. But that was just the stuff he could see.

Quinn wouldn't leave him like this, he was going to be in pain even if he didn't feel it now. Because of how accident prone she was, she had learned first aid pretty well. Following him closely to the back, she stopped and went into the kitche grabbing a couple of clean towels and a first aid kit that she had found. Finding him in the employee bathroom, the blonde motioned for him to look at her. "Take your shirt off." She said, holding up the towels and kit, placing them on the side of the sink, then turning on the water, letting it run so it would get hot. When she turned and saw his shirt was off, she winced again at the sight, he had a couple of decent sized bruises all over him. Once the water got hot, she dipped the towel under until it was damp enough. "Come here." She took a step forward and lightly patted the damp cloth along his face, removing the blood.

Puck had never let someone really take care of him. Some times he let Rachel, but he would argue about it and she would, too, first. With Quinn though, he was just letting her do it without protesting. Maybe that was because he was still rather sure she wanted to leave at the first chance possible, despite not doing so already. He watched her as she cleaned him up. She looked like there were a lot of emotions going on, but mostly she was concentrating on getting his face cleared up of blood. His eyes were soft as he watched her. The idea of her being there any time to take care of him flashed in his mind and he like that idea. He liked there being a possible world out there were Quinn Fabray was helping out an ass like him. She didn't want to see him hurt, she had told him she didn't really like the whole Fight Club thing he was in, but yet she was still there taking care of him. That made a goofy looking half smile crack on his lips as hs eyes remained on her.

Quinn patted the towel over his eye softly, following by down by his hand and then very carefully by his nose. Pulling the towel back it was completely stained in blood, but his face was clean. He was swollen and it didn't look much like Puck right now, but she wasn't going to leave him, even though she absolutely hated it. "Stop smiling." She said softly, her eyes remained on the bruise on his cheek. "This isn't funny, you could have gotten seriously hurt, you could seriously hurt." She sounded angry, but it was more fearful then anything else. Losing him just would not be an option right now, and without beat up he was, it just scared the ever living hell out of her, she didn't want something back to happen to him. Running th towel under the water again, watching the slightly tinted red water run down the drain. Slowly, she started to run the towel over his chest and shoulders, there wasn't much blood, but there was some.

Puck didn't say anything but he was still watching her with the same look on his face. Honestly, it was pure adoration. She was taking care of him and it meant something to him. His eyes then looked down as she went to clean his chest, seeing the wounds on it and trying to recall who gave him which ones. He couldn't do it though, he had been too caught up in the moment to realize who was hitting him and where. He looked back at Quinn, though his eyes were still looking down so he caught notice of her shirt. Or well, his shirt. His hand went to grab Quinn's hand on his chest lightly, just to get her attention, "You're wearing my shirt." He pointed out as if she didn't know. His eyes were back on her face, "It looks better on you."

[THERE'S A MISSING ENTRY HERE ALL I REMEMBER THAT HAPPENED WAS QUINN SAID "I didn't think I'd see you today. I wanted to wear it because it smells like you."  AND GOT SOME ANTI-BACTERIAL CREAM FOR PUCK. SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE. 

Puck leaned forward a little to help Quinn out in her task of cleaning his face. He had no idea what she was doing, but he was going with it since he was still in high appreciation of the fact she was doing any of this. A question popped in his mind and because he was in this odd mood that made him have less of a filter and be seemingly more affectionate he went on to ask it, "Are you glad you ended up seeing me?"

Quinn tried to be as careful as she could as she applied the lotion, the last thing he needed was infected cuts all over his body. As he leaned forward, she felt her heart leap, she hated when he used that against her, especially when she was trying to be mad at him, even if she wasn't. Once she was done with his face, she moved to his chest and then applying it to the scratch on his abs. "Yes, I'm happy to see you, I just wish that you were all banged up." She swallowed thickly.

Puck smiled a little at her answer because even if there was a not to happy part of it, the fact she was happy to see him in the first place felt nice. He never under appreciated when someone wanted him around. It was too big of a thing for him. That didn't mean he didn't feel any sort of guilt for his actions though, which was something of a first for him. He waited until she was done with his abs so that he could ensure she would see he was talking, "I'm sorry you had to." He apologized, it was completely sincere as well, "See me banged up, I mean. I'm sorry."

Quinn finished up with the tube and put it away a second later, everything seemed to be okay now, she shrugged. "I was going to see you tomorrow anyways, I was gonna know, at least I can know you're okay now." She sighed a little, she knew she couldn't stop him from going to that place, but it was going to kill her to see him afterward. "It's fine." She stepped back and washed the stiff off of her hands and motioned for him to put the shirt on that had the clubs logo on it. "It's clean and not covered in blood."

Puck pursed his lips upon hearing her words. There was something about them that didn't sit right with him, especially the part where she said it was fine. He had seen her face when she saw him, it was far from fine for her. He looked at the shirt and even picked it up, but didn't put it on yet. He looked over at her, "You don't have to say it's fine when it's not." He said, his facial expressions soft. It was a rarity for him to have such features, really, "I saw your face when you saw me. I know it's not fine."

Quinn didn't want to make a huge deal out of all this even though she really wanted too, it scared her, he knew that. "What do you want me to say?" She said, her tone was scared, soft, and meek. She felt like she was two inches tall because she didn't feel like there was anything she could do to stop him. "That I hate this? That it killed me to see you all bloody and bruised up? My mind goes straight to the worst too." Her voice was a little louder, but not much. "It scared me, I am terrified that something horrible is gonna happen to you. You can say these fights are controlled all you want that people will stop when someone tells them too, but you don't know that. What if some guy doesn't like the way you looks and just pounds on your when you are down and something really bad happens, like you break your arm, someone hits you so hard that you get seriously injured, or even someone punctures your ear drum and you end up like me, but not like me becaus becoming deaf at your age would suck even worse, you could end up blind! Or the worst cast senario, dead."

Puck didn't really know what he expected to have happen in response to what he said, but he hadn't expected that. He couldn't really defend the fight club, considering the fact there were hardly any rules was a reason he had gone in the first place. There were a lot of reasons, really, none of which were good. And hearing that going made Quinn feel that frightened and freaked out, that scared, it just further confirmed that he had been right about it not being fine. His eyes drifted down as if he felt remorse, but it wasn't that exactly, "If it happened, I'd deserve it." He mumbled intentionally. It wasn't anything he really wanted her to be able to lip read, and if she could hear, he wouldn't of wanted her to hear that either. It was more of an escaped thought.

Quinn gaze turned from scared to just pure anger, she was much better at liop reading than he thought because she had caught that and honestly wanted to hit something. "You think you deserve to be hurt? You think you deserve to live a life without once your senses? Or to even die?" Her voice was angry her hands had balled into fists and she would never hurt him or even think about hitting him, but she wanted to hit something. "If you honestly think that, you are insane, because you don't deserve to be hurt, you don't deserve to get the crapped kicked out of you, even if you won, you still look like you got hit with a baseball bat." She was more that upset now. "If you deserved it, then I deserved it when my dad use to call me horrible names all because he thought I didn't understand." Clenching her jaw, she turned away, but she saw him in the mirror standing behind her, she was so angry right now, not at him but as his thoughts. Looking down at her hand, she knew it probably wouldn't be the best way to make a point but then again, she didn't always think clearly at times. Before he could say anything or react, she put all the force she could behind a punch and put her hand through the mirror, watching it shatter in front of her.

Puck didn't even think about the multitude behind his words. He had been use to being able to say anything and it not being listened to or paid mind by anyone that wasn't Rachel. He still wasn't use to having someone care like Quinn did, and so naturally a lot of the time his mind would get to thinking no one did care like Quinn did. Which then made him say things that really had no place to be said, but he didn't know that. And once he did know that, the damage had been done and Quinn had snapped. He was quiet as she spoke, he didn't know what to say because for one, what he said had gotten her like this in the first place. And two, he was in shock for various reasons. When she hit the mirror though, he was even more surprised. His eyes went wide because even before she actually hit it, he knew was she was doing. But he wasn't quick enough to stop her from doing it. He instantly went and reached to her arm, taking hold of it to examine her hand since he could give two shits about the mirror. He didn't even care why she hit a mirror right now, he was concerned about her being okay which was likely how she herself had felt before when seeing him hurt. "Jesus, Fabray." He said, again to himself as his eyes looked over the back of her hand.

Quinn knew that wasn't the brightest idea, but when she got upset sometimes she got irrational, and maybe she needed to hit something. Maybe a mirror wasn't the best idea, but it was all she could think of at the time. She had hit it with enough force for it to break and fall apart down into the floor. The stinging in her hand was ridiculous, but her face remained unchanged. Pulling her hand back, she could feel pieces of glass in it, she pulled a big one out and threw it into the sink. She was bleeding and it hurt, but she ket her face stoic. "I can handle it." She pulled her hand back, turning the water back on and running it over her hand watching the water clear her skin. She pulled out tiny fragments of the glass, wincing each time. "Does feel good watching someone you care about hrut themselves, huh?"

Puck now was frustrated on the account of Quinn had hurt herself and it seemed like she did it to make a point. One she wouldn't of had to of made if he hadn't been seen by her like this. Or if he had just not gone at all. Now she was hurt physically and emotionally and it felt like he could do slim to none right anymore. Which royally sucked since he had been trying so god damn hard to be good for her, but who was he kidding? No one at this point, "You didn't have to go do that to your hand!" He exclaimed a little louder than he meant to, "I know it's bad, I know it's not a good thing. I know it's dangerous and when I meant I deserved it, I didn't mean it in a bad way. I meant I'd freaking deserve it." He was getting worked up a little, his eyes were somewhat aflame but it wasn't out of anger, really, it was like he was remembering things he had wanted to forget , "I spent years being the guy who made kid's lives hell. Those guys that were bullies to you growing up, I can guarantee I was ten times worse, and it's not fair that I get to get away with that. It's not. It's not fair that some of them are still stuck back home and have nothing when I do. I've gone back home a few times, thinking of apologizing but I can't because I'm too much of a wuss. So I just let some guys beat me up now and then and I know it makes nothing better but I deserve every one of them because I'm garbage." He turned away from her, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. He hadn't ever verbally called himself garbage ever, that was what his dad said. He had told Quinn that once before. But he had thought the word. He had thought it a lot. Hearing it now though, in his raised voice, it realized it sounded an awful like how his own father said it and that made him retreat back. Now he just felt like crap. He was an idiot, there was no doubt about it.

Quinn looked at him, she had grabbed the clean towel and wrapped it around her hand. She could tell by the way he looked that he was raising his voice. "You didn't have to let someone do that to your face or ribs either!" She shot back, the pain was just a distant memory now, she hadn't even properly checked out her hand when she caught the goings of his lips. She let him speak get everything out that he had wanted to say. To be honest, Quinn figured he was a bully when he was in high school, he spent so much time being down on himself about it that she had figured it out on her own. "Puck, do you really think that you are that same guy? So you've made mistakes, everyone has. You actually feel remorse for what you did in high school. not to mention is was high school, it sucks period for everyone who goes." Shaking her head slightly, she looked at him. "Do you really think if you deserved this.." She motioned to his person and all the bruises and cuts. "I would give you the time of day? I would even give you a second look?" She raised an eyebrow. "Because I wouldn't. I wouldn't give a crap about you." Closing her eyes for a moment to breathe in. "If you were really garbage, I wouldn't care about you, I wouldn't have feelings for you, I wouldn't love you the way that I do." She said in a serious tone, looking at him.

Puck joined the chat

Puck: My wireless cut out sorry :|

Quinn: 'sokayy

Puck didn't know what to say at first since in all honesty he did think he was that guy. He was sure that no matter where he went, the guy he was was sure to follow. If it hadn't been for Rachel, his life would have gone a completely different direction and not in a good way. But even if he wasn't that guy, he didn't find it fair. He never found these things fair. His jaw clenched a little, He heard her loud and clear, and felt her eyes upon him, but he didn't make a move right away. "They weren't mistakes though. I knew what I was doing, and I just didn't care... And good things like you shouldn't happen to bad people, even if they were just bad in the past." He said quietly. There was another memory of his popping up in his mind, one that he had forgotten about, or convinced himself he had forgotten, but he hadn't. He just was ignoring it, right now he couldn't. He looked at her now and then at her hand, seeing it wrapped up as pursing his lips together. "I love you, too, by the way." He said softly, staring at her hand. He hadn't missed what she said, not a word of it. Especially that part.

Quinn kept her eyes on him. "So what, you were a jerk when you were a teenager, a lot of people were jerks when they were teenagers. If you were the same guy would Kurt, Blaine, and Marley be friends with you?" She sighed softly, blinking a couple of times. "Just because you were knew you were doing it doesn't make it any less of a mistake, you regret it obviously and you aren't that guy anymore, and I can tell you haven't been him in a really long time." Biting down hard on her bottom lip, she took a step forward, brining her uninjured hand up to his cheek so he would look at her. "You are a good guy even if you refuse to believe it. I know you and I know you are good. Everyone has a past Puck, some better than others, but you changed and you're better than that now, you don't need to hurt yourself or let others hurt you to make it even." Her voice was more calm now, she wanted him to know. "I told you I don't care what you did in your past and I meant it, I care about the person you are now, and who you are now is someone I want in my life." She knew this next part was gonna sound cheesy but she had to say it anyways. "Remember when I told you about One Tree Hill and said I wanted my very own Nathan, well, You're him." Quinn said, looking into his eyes, nodding. "You really freaking better." She let out a soft laugh.

Puck was again at a loss for words, but it was for different reason now. He simply couldn't respond to people saying such good things about him, especially Quinn because she was so much good that it didn't make sense. And maybe it didn't have to make sense. That might have been what he was missing this whole time. He had assumed things had to make some sort of sense so he could accept them, but rather than question this good thing he had to take it. Her words settled in him, they were ones he was going to remember at a later date hopefully. Ones he would need to remember. They had gotten past the heavy stuff and he wanted them to be okay now. He liked being in her life and didn't want them doing as they had before anymore. "Is Nathan the guy who stuck with his girl all the time and she stuck with him?" He asked, his eyes with a certain glint to them.

Quinn knew that would shut him up on the self doubt and she meant every single word of it, she just wanted him to know what she thought of him. Running her fingers over his arm, she pulled back a little. Seeing the happiness in his eyes made her happy, she loved seeing him like that. "Yeah, that's him." Quinn said softly, nodding her head slightly.

Puck felt a faint smile tug on one corner of his lips when Quinn told him he was right. He had remember their conversation about the show, he had asked many questions out of curiosity because in all actuality, that was something he believed about love. If it was right, and with the right person, it was something that was long withstanding, "Does that make you my Haley?" He asked, surprising himself he remembered the name.