He leaned into the touch, taking what he could get while knowing fully well that it might be all he could get. Even if Percy listened to him, there was no guarantee - or even that much of a chance - of him forgiving him.
He hadn't trusted him. He'd purposely hurt him in order to push him away. He'd given Rodolphus information that had led to the attack on Stonehenge - even if he thought the information useless at the time. He'd made so many mistakes that even listing them in his head was proving to be a source of exhaustion.
Instead he took what he could, while he could, and let himself relax in Percy's arms, nodding reluctantly to his words. 'I won't go anywhere,' he joked feebly.