I offer the perspective of someone who knows them both (I’m the aforementioned roommate). Puck is home sick and over-summarized, if you ask me.
For starters, he’s not a friend, he’s her best friend. On the list of people the hospital would call were she in an accident, it’s her mom, me, and then him. Also, friendly cuddling is a misnomer. If you saw them on the street (or in a restaurant, or at a party) you would SWEAR they were a couple. It’s the hand-holding, neck-rubbing, hair-sifting sort of PDA. Then attend family events. When he’s had one too many beers and crashes at our house, he sleeps in her bed. (We have a pull-out couch, btw). He told me once (while drunk) that ‘everyone’ thinks they’re sleeping together. Our mutual friends know they’re not, so I assume he’s talking about his other friends, family, co-workers, etc. When he comes home from school, he hugs her like a soldier coming home from war.
They’ve been like this for years. Our friend group makes jokes about it, and for years they both swore themselves blue in the face that it was totally platonic. Not long after I joined the circle, I mentioned to Puck that I thought he was cute, would she mind. . .and she just about took my head off. That’s how we ended up here.
He and I are friends. We talk. We’ve had several veiled conversations about this (usually while drinking), one in which he announced it would be too much to risk a friendship for a drunken hook-up, no matter how much one wanted it (which is why any variant of ‘get him drunk’ is not a good idea). He’s very protective of her. He also likes to interrogate me about her love life, but refuses to discuss his with her (he will with me). They’re younger than you guys probably picture (21 and 22). They met as teenagers and are now trying to sort themselves out as adults. We think he may have liked her when they first met, but she was oblivious. Now everything’s so blurry it makes sense to absolutely no one.
I’ve had a similar situation in my love life lately, though much (much) less complicated. Puck’s guy keeps telling me to just jump him (my guy). He says, “You have to make the first move, if he’s anything like me, he’ll never open his mouth.” And I’m thinking, are we speaking in code now? Is this some kind of message to Puck? Or am I just over-reaching.
I’m really tempted to just tell him the next time we’re alone—before I kill him. Or both of them. Or is that a bad idea?
On preview, I saw* Puck** just posted. Eh, so we say things twice.