"Indeed," Percy breathed, sliding into his seat and gazing at the stage expectantly, for all he was thinking more of how he might put his arm around her instead of merely holding her hand.
The curtain parted on sleeping lovers and mischievous, meddling fairies, and Percy smirked at the muttering of one of a theatre patron behind him, something about being grateful that such love potions didn't exist in their world. It did not make things any simpler, knowing that shops like his brothers' might have made his attempts with Audrey far more successful. It wouldn't have meant anything to him then, which rather complicated the happy ending in this particular comedy.
Percy, of course, knew quite a bit about unhappy endings.
When Titania took Bottom to her bed, Percy darted a glance to Audrey's face. He did not want to take her attention from the stage, but his own followed the curve of her cheek down to the pearly skin of her shoulder. Lifting his hand, not so high to disturb those behind them but high enough for his fingers to ghost over her skin, he settled his arm around her.