Seeing the doctor, Puck quickly stood, hands sliding into the pockets of his jeans immediately. It was a nervous habit of his. When he didn't know what to say or do, Puck hid his hands in his pockets, squared his shoulders, and watched whatever was going on as awkwardly as one could possibly get. Clearing his throat, Puck moved forward, greeting the doctor with nothing more than an extreme look of inquisition. He didn't say much - rather, he followed the man back into in alternate room. Frustrated with the realization that he was going to be restrained from his anxious pacing once more, Puck sank into one of the chairs and nervously clasped his hands together.
He hoped that the doc had some good news. Puck wasn't really liking the idea of this potential kid of his being an actual kid. She was too grown and too hot to be his. In a non sexual way. And he was letting his mind wander again. Rubbing at the side of his head, Puck looked away from Callie and stared the doctor down, waiting for him to speak with an expectant look on his face. He didn't say much of anything. How could he when it felt like his his heart was trying to jump it's way up and out of his throat?