When Percy spoke like that, it was impossible not to feel protective of him, even if it was slightly irrational. He smiled, then kissed him. 'Take whatever time you need,' he said softly. 'And I can tell Ginny, I'll just hide when I tell her,' he said with a smirk. 'I'm not so sure she wouldn't hex me even if I'm sick. Perhaps if she knew that I don't have a wand...' he added with a smirk, though really, he had a rather large respect for Ginny's hexes.
He pondered what he might need from his place, making up a mental tally of the things he cared about and what he'd rather throw out. 'My clothes, obviously, and if you have any space for more books I have quite a few book cases filled with them,' he said with a smirk. Surprising for someone who hated to sit still as much as he did, perhaps, but then he rarely sat still when he read either. 'There is my broom and-' he frowned. 'If you really want to move all this stuff then I'll better make a list,' he said with a small smile. 'I never really thought of what I'd want to keep before as getting rid of the flat wasn't an option.'