Cass didn't answer this time. Not because Percy was right, he knew he wasn't, but because he knew he'd never fully accept him saying that he was wrong. And he knew Percy was wrong about this, even when a small part of him seemed to want to run in the opposite direction. Most of him didn't, however. Most of him was quite content to be right where he was.
He smiled when Percy rested his head against his shoulder, leaning his own head against his. 'Rest. You've been up longer than usual,' he said, though he made no effort to move from the bed. Instead he made himself more comfortable, letting Percy rest against him. It felt oddly comforting, comfortable, right.