Did he need anything? What a question, what he needed he wasn't stupid enough to think he could have, yet the mere thought of Percy leaving was something he didn't want to face right now. If he left there was always the chance that he wouldn't come back, that the chance to do what he had to do would be lost.
'Please,' he looked at him, urging him to stay with his eyes as he didn't dare to move to try and touch him. 'I need to-. I'm so sorry, Percy. I'm so sorry.'
How did he even begin to explain? Was it even possible?