Percy put his cloak on the hook right by the door before leaning down to scratch behind Plato's ears, and then the dog was off to great Cass. Percy watched with interest. Not the dog, because Plato either liked or hated a person, and they had already established that he liked Cass. No, he was more worried about Cass.
He was about to speak up when Cass stepped closer. "Oh, God, yes. Another day in that place and I would have hexed the Healers." He knew he wasn't 100% yet, but he was feeling better and the funeral hadn't made him want to sit down and fall asleep for a few days. However, home had its own problems.
"You didn't have to come back with me, and even if you want to stay, it doesn't have to mean anything. You're just here to annoy me into health," he said, smiling, giving Cass a way out, hoping that he would take it. Better now than in a few weeks when he realised the mistake. "It's really all right."