Percy snorted. "I'm sure they are happy regardless." He wasn't the easiest person to deal with when he was fine, let alone when he was sick. However, he couldn't concentrate on thinking, not when Cass touched him, and it seemed so natural and easy that made Percy wonder when things would implode.
"I don't want to push you into anything," he said, but even as he spoke his arms closed around Cass' waist, pulling him closer. "You should think about it... Now that you're well, you might... you might want someone who isn't... isn't me." There were too many ways to finish that sentence, but Cass knew his good and bad traits. There was no need to list all of them.