'That's fine,' Cass answered, smiling, feeling happier than he had in weeks - well longer than that, but he couldn't remember anything from the coma other than the sound of Percy's voice, so he didn't really count that time.
As Percy told him his reasons, he wasn't sure if he wanted to feel sad for hurting Percy so much, or happy that he had missed him and was there now, or amused because he was nearly rambling. He settled on smiling at him. 'Fine, I'll be good and as untempting as I can be, but you'll stay in bed from now on. No more chairs.' He smirked, waiting for Percy to find a book and trying to stifle a yawn. Damn, yawning meant he'd fall asleep the moment Percy started to read more or less.