'After I told you I spent the first 19 years of my life lying to everyone around me but my parents, you really think I'd be upset?' He smiled. 'I might not like lying, but I do understand it. You didn't trust me, you...' he sighed. 'You had your reasons.'
Even now he didn't let go of Percy's hand, which was odd because it was such an intimate gesture, and not in the physical sense, but much more than that. Why did it not make him want to pull back?
'I'm not that strange, Percy, but you're right, I don't over analyse things, probably under analyse them, but that doesn't mean I don't know what I want when I want something.' He chewed his lip a bit while trying to figure out the right things to say. 'I may not be the typical Slytherin, being a halfblood and poor and an Auror who doesn't strive to become head of the department one day, but I am one all the same. I don't deny myself what I want, even when I'm not sure why I want it. And there are plenty of reasons for wanting to be around you that are easy enough to understand for me not to question it.'
He smiled. 'And maybe you need a bit of a puzzle in your life? Maybe I do too? Or maybe I just want someone I can trust enough to say half of the things I've told you tonight without having to worry about appearance?' He didn't say it but judging from how much Percy had opened up, he suspected that need might be something they both shared too.