If Percy had his way, he wouldn't even remember what had happened that night when Oliver was brought to the Ministry to be branded, much less talk about it. When he was upset, he had a tendency to lose his appetite, and so he had lost some weight since he'd last seen Oliver. But he knew Oliver was coming, and so Percy had stocked up.
"I bought a pizza," he said, leading Oliver to the dining area of his studio apartment, where the box was waiting, along with drinks. Decidedly no alcohol, though. Percy was seriously worried that with all the problems in the world and worry on his mind, if he went to drink that he'd become an alcoholic in no time.
"So." There was an awkward moment. "Quidditch. Who is Puddlemere up against, next?"