Sparks!

His face softened and he watched her for a moment, his brow furrowing.

"Okay. If you want to. Leave if you want to, though, okay?"

 

He still seemed uncertain, but leaned back against the stone wall, his brow furrowed thoughtfully.

 

He looked down at her before sighing in something that sounded a little like defeat. He draped his arm over her shoulder, shifting into a more comfortable position for both of them.

 

It took seconds. She would feel him shift a little, and he fell completely silent, his breaths deepening.

 

He slumped down the bench as she left,his head resting on the hard wood.

 

About an hour passed before she would hear someone coming down the stairs to the dungeon.

 

Puck emerged from the stairwell. He was still limping from the assault, his lip cut and his eyes dark. He frowned as he saw her and approached, glancing in the cell.

“You’re... watching him sleep?”

 

He was quiet before he sat next to her, watching Ben too.

“...do you want to be with him?” he asked after a moment, leaning his head back.

 

“But he does make you happy,” Puck replied. It wasn’t a question. “The traitor makes you happy.”

 

It was impossible to read.

“He makes you happier than I do,” he said after a moment. Again, it wasn’t a question.