(I apologise for laughing at Percy's dream)
Oliver watched the scene in front of him, doing his best not to laugh out loud. It was an adorable picture with Comet trying to keep his balance while attempting to climb onto Percy's chest and Percy, who'd obviously just woken up. In week they'd had him Oli had had plenty of time to watch the puppy walk gingerly over his bed and the couch downstairs and to observe how he was slowly becoming more secure in his steps.
"It's only a threat if I say I'll be doing mean things. This is clearly not a mean thing," Oliver informed his friend. "You stay there," he added, grinning down at Percy. He left the room, leaving Percy at Comets mercy while he went down into the kitchen to get the cup of coffee he had made for Percy and his own cup of tea. The puppy was still curled up high on Percy's chest when Oli came back into the room. "I told you he's cuddly." Oliver put the coffee cup on the bedside table and nudged Percy's hip out of the way with his foot, then sat down on the edge of the bed. He looked down at Comet and Percy with a stupidly pleased smile.