Cass was already sitting up straight, objecting as Percy swung his legs over the edge of the bed, ignoring the hammering in his own head until he realised that Percy was, indeed, not going anywhere at all.
Relieved, he sank back down on the bed. 'Plato can stay in my flat if you prefer,' he said, forcing back a groan of pain as he laid back down, though he couldn't keep his voice from sounding strained.
'Are you sure you can write?' he asked, though he gave Susan a pleading look that actually made her leave to get one, even if Cass could see she was more than a bit insulted by his insinuation that she couldn't handle a dog. To tell the truth he was fairly certain she was muttering a thing or two under her breath as soon as she was out of the room and out of earshot.