Yes, it was true, the sweater really did look smart on him. Even Molly said so.
"I can't remember the last time I had my own sweater." Sal was showing off as much as he could to anyone who might admire the black sweater at work. Zipped right up to that long neck of his. Honestly, it really did look better on him than Molly. He was starting to think she was getting a tummy. Pregnant like, but of course, he knew it wasn't true, and since she did give him the sweater, he would dare breathe his thought of it, to her.
"What do you think?" He asked Puck on their smoke break. As it was, the cigarette wasn't lit. He'd hate to burn a hole in the fresh sweater, he had zipped up over his plain white T that he exposed now.
"Nice. Really nice." Puck gave him a nod and had already lit up. He was in a daze of some sort. Sal couldn't imagine what was up.
"So, did you fuck her?" Sal got to the point as he pulled a bit of tabacco off his tongue. This kind of thing happened when you rolled your own cigs, he guessed.
Puck shook his head, no.
"What the fuck are you waiting for? Seriously, we're a noisy bunch. We won't mind." Sal gave Puck a serious look.
"Its-its-" He delicately closed his eyes as if maybe Sal would go away and not bother him about this dilemma with Tess. "I can't."
He looked teary eyed to Sal as he came closer and took a light off Puck's cigarette, there in the furnace room.
"You gay?" Sal asked him point blank. Puck looked away from him then. "You a virgin?" Sal kept his eye on him. Puck slightly shook his head, no.
"Why can't you?" Sal bit his bottom lip. Not that he'd want to watch, but it was just dreadful to think of a day without sex.
"Look, I'm not very good with these..these kind of things." Puck finally announced.
"Why the fuck not? You're fuckable. You are." Sal half-laughed. He generally never said this much around men folk, but he felt he could say anything around Puck. "What happened to you?" There had to be a secret here. "Is there something you're not telling me."
"All right, I did it.... with someone." Puck took a long draw from his cigarette then.
"What? She was on her period?" Sal gave him a disgusting look then as he took a puff from his cigarette.
Puck shook his head, no. "She was...older."
"Like how hold?" Sal couldn't help but scowled.
"Forty-something." He said so quietly. Sal could barely make it out.
"And?" Sal winced as he watched Puck.
"Died? How?" Sal couldn't take his eyes off him.
"Heart attack." Puck sucked in a breath. "It was just the one time, and..and..you know."
"OH MY GOD! Were you on top?" Sal couldn't help but grin.
Puck wouldn't look at him.
"Wow, you were the last thing she saw before she went." He grinned more. Puck didn't say, no. He nursed his cigarette.