"Yes, I am." Oliver replied firmly. "I'm like that bloke with the windmills. I'm going to see you happy, even if it kills me." He beamed at his friend as if determined to project some of his own happiness on Percy.
Oliver wandered into the kitchen where Duchess was giving him evil looks from her perch on top of the fridge while he quickly mixed some tea and heated up the water. "And by the way, you're right. I'm keeping my fingers off the stronger stuff. It's one of my resolutions for the next year." Oliver yelled into the living room, conveniently forgetting to mention that last's year's resolutions had lasted about two days. But this year would be different. Of course he told himself that every year.
Finally Oliver grabbed two cups of tea, poured in the hot water and joined Percy again. "I haven't heard much from George lately." He said thoughtfully. "It feels like he's retreating and I don't like that. What was the big Christmas party with your family like? Concerning all of you, I mean."