He hadn't but dang did it hurt as he pulled away and dark blue flooded his freckles and underwings,washing away the pink and peach color. He put a hand over his face and shut his eyes,sighing.

"I shouldn't have said that," he muttered, mostly to himself. He had no idea what had gone on between him and Puck, just that Jason loved him.

"It's fine." he murmured back,head lowering and white tips dangling over the hand he had over his own face. He was trying not to think to much,not to miss Puck as much as he did but he really missed him,it felt like part of him had been pulled out and shattered to peices.

"So if you had a chance...would you ever go back? To the Fey realm, anyway."

He looked to Ash with wide eyes of confusion and tiredness. "I...why do you ask?" He stalled.

He shrugged. "I'm just wondering. Besides, that's where Goodfellow is."

His heart skipped a beat as Ash mentioned Puck,for some reason it made the memories only harder to hear his name aloud,let alone that last name. He,for some odd reason,liked it. "W-what difference w-would you think it would make to me if P-Puck was there or not?"

"First off, you keep trying to avoid talking about him which tells me there's something going on. Second, he can't help but rub it in my face."

He avoided eye contact. "Rub what in your face?"

"See? Like that. You don't like talking about it. You never answered my question anyway."