He watched her with concern, his head tilting. His eyes were gentle, but worried, and they studied her. "Maybe you need to resolve things with Puck?" he suggested.
He sighed a little, his hand falling from her face as he watched her gently. "What is he even upset about?"
He blinked as he considered her. She would know him well enough to recognize the gears turning in his head as he tried to figure it out.
He looked confused, going back over to the bed and sitting down. “He’s mad about that? I can stay in the cell.”