For once in his life Oliver was struck speechless. He blinked, staring quietly at Percy for a heartbeat, then started laughing hysterically.
"You...you think I..?" Oliver tried to stifle the laughter because it hurt. But the idea was just too funny. "Percy, you can't be serious! You know I don't do 'serious' in relationships." Oliver grinned, suddenly at ease with the world again.
He grabbed the towel, spread the clean side on their old, comfortable armchair and sat down. "Percy, mate, you know I don't even do 'relationships', so no. I don't want you to move out, you git," he said affectionately. He ran a hand through his muddy hair and fought the strong urge to tell Percy about the Order. He desperately wanted to but he had promised to keep it a secret.