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He took her hand warmly, gently pulling her to him before heading back down to steps.
As they went, Cal hummed a marching song under her breath. Puck would find it familiar.
He laughed slightly, shaking his head. "Why don't we go join the festivities?"
"All of it," she said with a small chuckle. "It's a weird topic."
He was quiet, watching her gently. He slowly exhaled, her shoulders relaxing. "What are you thinking?"
She couldn't help but laugh, shaking her head. "That's.. terrible."
"You always say that," he said quietly, shaking his head slightly, "but you never really knew if I actually felt that way."
She looked up at him with a grin before looking back at Puck. "I didn't think you would."
He relaxed slowly, shifting closer for a moment before pulling away slightly, observing her cautiously.
She relaxed a little, observing Puck thoughtfully for a moment before looking back at Ben.
His hand slid to her jaw and he looked conflicted for a moment, his eyes narrow. He shook his head as if letting go of his worries before leaning...
"Puck's hair is very soft," she agreed warmly.
He was quiet for a moment before pulling her close. He looked down at her, using his free hand to tip her chip to look up at him. "Juniper."
She rolled her eyes, a small laugh escaping her. "Yeah, right."
He was frowning slightly, looking up at the sky as the fireworks exploded. "They're fireworks.."
She flushed slightly, squinting. "That's not true."
He hesitated, pulling his head back to look across the town for a moment. "June," he began, his voice slow and unsteady, "I.." The beginning of...
She rolled her eyes with a grin. "Yeah, right."
He frowned curiously, but didn't seem unhappy. "What do you mean?"
He looked down at her thoughtfully, his gaze surprisingly soft. "Why wouldnt I be?"
