This was beyond frustrating. How was he supposed to do this if Percy refused to discuss them? And his stabs at his past sex life was not making things better. Fuck maybe he had been right. Fucking without feeling was far superior in the way that it didn't leave this kind of mess.
Only, fucking with feeling was a hell of a lot superior in every other way. At least with Percy it had been. The mere look on his face when...but he couldn't think of that now. He had to focus, as much as he'd rather focus on Percy and sex and them.
'Cormac won't mind, he has no reason to,' he said simply, not sure what to say other than that. There was a million things he wanted to say, but he didn't think Percy was willing to listen to a single one of them. Looking at Percy, he waited for him to make the next move - whatever it was.