Sparks!

"I mean... if he won't talk until tomorrow, I guess I am," he said hesitantly, his shoulders slumping a little in exhaustion. "I don't know..."

 

He looked down at her, frowning.

"But then we won't get to hang out..."

 

"Well..." he hesitated, considering her. "What if we ordered some food and played a game?"

 

"I'm not sure," he said tiredly, taking off his helmet. "We can decide at home...?"

 

He gave her a smile and they headed off.

(Zoop?)

 

Later in his apartment, their game was on the coffee table, takeout boxes scattered around. Puck had his head resting on his hand as he squinted at the board with intense concentration.

"I feel like this is cheating," he complained. "I'm sleep-deprived."

 

"I know," he replied, moving his piece forward. "But I still think it's cruel for you to agree to it."

 

"You're very sweet," he said tiredly, his eyes closing for a moment. "Or a huge suck-up."

 

His eyes fluttered open suddenly and he looked over at her with a smile.

"It's not rude. It's just honest."

 

"Ugh!" he exclaimed playfully. "Suck up!"