Oliver's reaction was so heartwarming that Percy rested a confident hand upon his friend's shoulder. "You are amazing. Brilliant, really." Then he gently scolded, "Now I don't want to hear you ever becoming gloomy again when you have an off day on the pitch. I'm sure once the village starts running again, that book will show up and you can see for yourself."
Percy's hand remained upon Oliver's shoulder for a few moments more while he said, "I know what you mean, I felt the same way when I was told that I had a second daughter... Lucy. She hasn't been in the village yet and I only know her through my Molly, who in my time was not even a year old."
For a moment, Percy had considered telling about his divorce, but at the last moment, he decided against it: this was Oliver's time to bask in the glow of the knowledge of his future success - why should Percy bring the mood down by describing his own failed marriage? But this was just another excuse for Percy to procrastinate revealing how he and Oliver eventually moved in together. No matter how much Percy told himself that he needed to tell Oliver this, eventually, the thought of doing so made Percy nervous.