Puck paused, mulling her comment over. He wasn't exactly sure how to take it, and part of him wanted to tell her to fuck off, that clearly, she didn't know anything about him. But then again, how was she supposed to? They had never really been friends, and though he'd changed greatly after the birth of his daughter, it wasn't like Quinn would have a way to know that. "Well," he said finally. "Protective of anybody other than yourself isn't something I would've pegged you for either." His tone wasn't accusing, but honest. "But we all change, Quinn... Some for the better."

Dark eyes focused in on the woman's face as she spoke, and it hit him like a kick in the chest what she was saying. "Oh, fuck..." he said, shaking his head. "I... I won't say anything to B, but... Goddamn, that's bad, Quinn... How long has he been dealing with this? Is he more on the wagon right now, or off?"