Puck answered Quinn’s hug, thanking her before walking to the yard, and sitting in front of his door, lighting his cigarette. He took a sip of his beer, smoking his cigarette when a car drove in and he recognized it right away, so Finn finally arrived. He looked at some chick getting out, and helping him into his wheelchair, before she sat in his lap and he wheeled them over. “How’s it wheeling?” he grinned at him, before looking at the chick, giving her a smug. “Sup? He does?” he laughed. “You don’t talk about shit, do you?” he grinned at him, giving him an approval nod of the girl. She was pretty smoken. Puck clicked the cigarette away, nodding. “Sure thing, man,” he said and helped him out and once he was in, Puck grabbed his beer walking inside, finding Sam sitting in the living room, holding a beer, sighing. He saw also Quinn and Jesse. “Sam?” he figured he didn’t hear him since he didn’t look at him. He walked to the punch and grabbed himself a cold beer. He walked to him, patting his shoulder, leaving his hand on it, as he grinned. “What’s up, bro? It’s been fucking ages, where have you been?”